"Wait, where are you going?" Donna asked, grabbing her coat and hurrying after Josh as he strode through the bullpen, overcoat flapping behind him.

"Coffee," he answered, slowing his pace just the slightest bit to allow her to catch up with him.

"You have the meeting with Bruno soon," she reminded him.

"I'll be back by then." He stopped and looked at the coat she was carrying. "Are you coming with me?"

"Are you paying?" she asked, shrugging the coat on and winding her scarf around her neck

He chuckled. "Do I have a choice?"

She shrugged her shoulders innocently and pulled on her gloves. "A girl has to watch her budget, Josh."

"So you keep telling me," he said, taking her elbow and ushering her out the door before him.

"It's true."

"Uh-huh." He pushed open the White House gate and gestured for her to precede him. "So what am I buying you today? A nonfat, extra-skinny caramel-flavored latte?"

She shook her head. "No."

"No? Then what?" he asked, smiling over at her. "A peppermint flavored mocha?"

She shook her head again. "A frozen yogurt"

His eyebrows crinkled together. "It's January."

"So?"

"So it's like ten degrees out here!" he exclaimed.

"Thirty-seven," she corrected. "What difference does that make?"

"Who eats frozen things when it's this cold out?"

"I do."

He frowned. "Why?"

She shot him a look that clearly implied he was an idiot. "Because I do."

"Fine. A frozen yogurt."

She beamed at him. "Thank you."

"Anything else, Snow Queen?" he asked as they reached the take-out place.

"Yes," she replied, pulling open the door. "Explain the thing about the guy again."

"As soon as I get my coffee," he promised.

"Deal."

~End~