[The touch is nice, cool and familiar, a reminder that Lup is there. That she's still physically present, even if she feels like she's drifting.]

Yeeah, not a chance, Holloway. I'm playin' chef for the night, duh. Don't even try to argue. You'll def have your hands too full to stress over that. So hand it on over to chagirl. I'll make it as memorable as you both deserve.

[Also like, she knows what you both like, so it works out.]