It's probably debatable how much fun kissing is compared to magic, but it doesn't require anywhere near as much carefulness.
Kissing: An Approved Activity.
At some point lack of oxygen becomes an issue. This is not a positive development. Kanimir makes a mental note to look into not needing to breathe.
Ooh. Yes it is. Okay, this is an acceptable substitute for not needing to breathe at all. For now.
May's phone rings.
"Mmmph if I don't answer that and it's my mom she'll worry," grumbles May.
She fumbles in her pocket. "Hello? Hi Mom. Mm-hm! Yeah - no - twenty minutes maybe? Yeah. Love you too."
"I don't have a formal curfew, but she did want to know if she should wait up for me or not," May says. "I told her I'd be home in twenty."
And then Kanimir does open the door and get out of the car and go back to his own car and drive home.
"So how did it go? Did she like the cakes?"
"She liked the cakes fine. One of our experiments failed, but the others succeeded, and we had several more good ideas to add to the to-do list."
"Several of the good ideas were in the date part. It's nice to be with someone who thinks this kind of thing is a good recreational conversation topic."
"...She does think magic is a good recreational conversation topic, and she has good ideas, and she's funny and intelligent and her smile, she has the most beautiful smile. And she hugged me spontaneously at the park and she was so warm and she kissed me after it was over and it was--I think I need to apologize to you for mocking you for running off with Daphne at odd moments to make out, if it felt like that." He rubs his eyes with the heels of his hands. "Jaromira, I have it so bad. I haven't really had anyone but you since we were eleven, and--" he swallows. "I'm scared of--going too fast, or getting clingy, and ruining everything."