Derek smiles at her - a real smile, tiny and almost hesitant, but genuine. It reminds him of when they were young, when they would read stories together and she would scoff at the endings and change them to better suit her preferences. Usually he'd go along with them, but every once in a while he'd add his own opinions.

He'd be lying if he said that the reminder was why he suggested it - but he'd also be lying if he said it wasn't nice.

I'll bring them to you. We can exchange notes, if you want.