Leo chuckled softly, his voice low and smooth, a hint of mischief hiding beneath it. "No. Aunt Clara made it."
Bella took another small sip, her face lighting up as warmth spread through her chest. "She makes everything perfect! It's really good," she said happily.
Leo leaned back slightly, his lips twitching. "You're welcome."
Bella blinked and looked at him in disbelief. "I said Aunt Clara made it, not you!" she said, frowning as if correcting a stubborn child.
He tilted his head, pretending to think. "But," he said slowly, "who asked her to make it?"
Bella stared at him, suspicious. "You?"
"Exactly." His tone turned mock-serious as he pointed at himself. "So technically, if I hadn't asked, you wouldn't be drinking it right now. Therefore," he paused, the faintest grin tugging at his lips, "you're welcome."
Bella sighed dramatically, setting the mug down on her lap. "You're so full of yourself."
