[ liv can't help it: the little grin she gives him is fond and completely amused, even as she leans her head just slightly into the touch as he tucks her hair back. ]

You don't have to babysit me, Drake, it's okay, I promise. I'll keep myself entertained. And - yeah, sure. Do you know an artist?

[ she spears a piece of spicy pasta, offering it out to him. ]