::She's not sure what else to do. She wants to hug him, hold him, kiss him, but she knows what's it like, not being used to being touched. Giving him time, letting him set the rules is all she can do at the moment, though she keeps stealing glances at him from the corner of her eyes, like a school girl trying to look at her crush without him, or anyone else, knowing. What can she possibly say? Then, she remembers something.::

Oh, A and I made a cheese cake the other day for you. I saved us each a piece, if you'd like some.