Zenith looks up from deciphering the coffee pot. "Mmm?" She appears fine other than lightly ruffled hair. "Well first off this freaking coffee machine needs instructions at least a sizable fraction of the size of an encyclopedia, and the two pages that I am given I guess got thrown away." She sighs in desperation, peering at the machine. Glasses are pushed up on her head, and she pulls them down and taps her lips in thought, trying to decode the machine.
Carra smiles softly and escalates until she breaks the kiss with a smile, panting lightly.