A soft smile graced his lips at their antiques. They were always like this; messing around. Never serious and he liked that. He loved being around people that could lighten up the day and Yara always did have a special way of doing that. So as she responded to his accusations; he playfully rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around his chest in subtle protest. “Hmph” Riker made a sound as she told him how her shower had been. Though it only continued when she talked about the “attack of the lasagna - Yara edition” which occurred in the fridge that night.
“You’re soooo gonna get it,” Riker laughed; picking the girl up and onto his shoulder before she could say another word. “Now say sorry,” Riker stated; casually walking around with her attempting to wiggle out of his arms. “Sorry or you stay up there and we walk the runway like this,” he finished as he said ‘hi’ to a few people passing by - his arms on her legs to keep them still so she wouldn’t kick him.
“How’s the weather back there?” Riker questioned after her defiance in not saying it quickly followed by; “Hey let’s take a selfie to send Nick - you have a date with him tomorrow right?”