[ It's a strange feeling she can only miss once it's gone; the absence of it. It's wonderful, really, and she doesn't know why she hadn't indulged before now. The answer is simple and she knows it: because it had to be him. ]

It's cute. [ But there's a bounce to her words, it's not just a dismissive statement so he knows she likes it. She doesn't quite notice the awkwardness or the embarrassment because she's focused on her own feelings. That's how this sort of thing goes, though, right? She'll have to get him something soon now that apparently she's been given permission to do so. ] Oh, I'm sure she'll let you know -- she does like you rather a lot, though, so perhaps she'll be forgiving.

[ She swoops up his arm so they can carry on toward home. She's almost literally glowing still, though. ]