[Girlfriancée laundry theft is one of those romcom tropes that get Dave every time, and she has to know that. That look says she definitely knows that. He presses his lips together, but his eyes crinkle with unsmiled smiling.]

The few times?

[He curls his arm around her and leans in to kiss her brow, then her nose.]

I'm just saying, what's mine is yours, Miss Meridiana. And, house rule, if you find it lying around the place it's extra yours, and since I'm pretty sure you've tripped over me under the kotatsu a couple times, I guess we can say what's me is yours, too.

[That smile is less unsmiled, now, and more right there and taking over his face.]

And that includes my shirts. For n number times, up to infinity. Forever. Also, they look cuter on you anyway.