Here is Bella, catching up on her email, trying to come up with a reasonable mathematical approximation of the known abilities of evils versus arrows to guess how many dead people she can bring back with one of the latter, trying to come up with a prioritization scheme for putting her waiting list in order.
That is good. He should kiss her a lot. She is definitely in a state of approval about this activity.
Great, because he has no plans to desist anytime soon. Although if they keep on at this rate, they might end up buried in a mound of flower petals.
Bella can always vanish the excess petals, if that little foresight has been demonstrated.
On the other hand, they are very soft and very light, and probably not all that difficult to dig one's way out of. And, as Ripper discovers when he removes one from Bella's hair, they smell nice when crushed.
Bella pauses - tapering off from fascinated deep kisses to cute little ones, then looking at her plate and blushing and eating another bite of cake. It is really good cake.
Ripper steals another cute little kiss after she has bitten the cake. It's slightly awkward leaning across the gap between the chairs, but as soon as he notices that, the chairs wriggle together and merge into a small comfortable couch.
Bella laughs, and pats the couch. "Enchantments. Convenient."
Bella decides that leaning her head on his shoulder and putting her arm around his waist is compatible with finishing her cake.
And then they have finished their cake.
Not anymore! And she has no point of comparison, but suspects that he is also pretty good at kisses.
Also, the couch seems to be changing its form for greater snuggability - the cushions becoming deeper and softer, the back curving outward and sinking down to give them more room.
It is the most convenient of couches, and he is the loveliest of Rippers. And now that the couch has as good as told him to, he might as well curl up in it with her. And kiss her some more.
She's not blushing any more, although he might or might not notice.
It does symbolize that she is less shy. Unshy enough to snuggle riiiight up.
Also, increasingly-covered-in-flower-petals kisses. At least the petals mostly don't land on their faces.
[They may have overdone the flower petals,] says Bella wryly, without interrupting the kisses.