[She'll feel it echoed back at her, all those fond fuzzy feelings mirrored through the Oath; when she looks at him, he's grinning, goofy and wide and lopsided.]

Yeah! 'Course I did. What was I supposed to do, not kiss you when you wrote something like that about me?

[Don't be ridiculous.]

[Shuffling a little, he pulls out his notebook from the inside of the couch. There's a bookmark in it, on a particular page.]

Uh, I realized that I'm pretty sure I did one about you, too. I dunno if you wanna read it, but . . .

[Well. He nudges it forward until it's balanced precisely on their touching knees.]