The hum of the heater kicking on filled the silence of the room as Amélie mulled over that declaration. It was true that Sombra went where she wanted, but sometimes she just needed an excuse.

"That is not a denial, Sombra."

One hand stirring the mixture in the pot, the other added cream to it along with the brown sugar and vanilla. Her attention was fixed upon it, careful to not let it boil and make a giant mess. There was something very practiced and natural about the whole process, an ease in which Amélie made the hot chocolate. She didn't even measure the ingredients.