He doesn't have to say no and she doesn't have to say 'bullshit' because her lips thin and it's all the same. But she also knows when a discussion is over, when she's gotten in a few good, important shots to vital areas even if those shots are with love and affection instead of fists and feet.

Instead, she pulls something from her utility belt as she walks over and puts the little tin that holds four tea bags of her favorite assam onto the counter beside him. The dog gets a sideways look, indifferent more than anything, before she starts wandering around the space, getting a feel for it. If he doesn't want her doing that, he can say something.

She has the feeling he doesn't care.