She sings along as soon as she has the key and there's a good pickup.

There are a lot of people taking pictures.

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

When the song is over he kisses her again.

Kissssssss~

They can do that for a really long time!!!

If they do it for too long her ignorance of the public unacceptability of hair touching might bite them.

There is a surprised stir from the crowd. He giggles. "That we should do elsewhere, it's - distracting - your family know how to get home okay -"

"Yeah."

Pop. "I'm glad you didn't morph it some other color it's so pretty."

She tosses her hair. "I'm glad you like it."

"Elves have a thing about hair, it's - very sensitive -"

"Whoops. How obscene was it when in front of a few thousand people and cameras I -" Pet.

Lean. "...approximately like if you'd reached under my clothes? My fault, I could have told you tons of Elf things but I didn't want to be, like, grooming you to be an Elf princess - just giving you beautiful presents that made you happy -"

"The presents were so good."

"I consulted Rebecca on what foods you might like."

"She has good taste!"

"What a coincidence! Is your family going to be okay - most of the immigrants are so scared around us -"

"They're a little freaked out but they'll cope! The apartment is super nice."

"All yours. Even if you did not want to date any aliens right now, to be clear."

"I got the person who was vacuuming the hall to look up who owned the place, I figured it'd be my secret admirer's, but it wasn't!"

"You do such a good happy. I really want you to be happy."

She beams at him and squirms happily.

Maybe they should kiss some more.

Yes. And she should pet his hair.