Giggle.

She giggles, too.

"Okay, I'm done. That web of twisting silliness has grown too confusing for me to play with for giggles."

"It was a very good web of twisting silliness. I'm impressed."

"I bet I could have done better with some pre-planning. It wasn't bad for improv," she demures.

"Well, now you're just bragging." He pauses. "I approve."

She giggles again.

"Are you an expert in bragging, then?"

Innocently: "Who, me?"

She snorts, then slides forward to slip her hand in his and smile up at him.

"What would you brag about if, purely hypothetically, you were?"

"Oh, probably my wit and intellect. They're my most impressive features outside the realm of the physical, and it's gauche to brag about those."

"And it wouldn't do for someone witty and intelligent to brag about their physical attributes in anything but an indirect sense. I'm glad you're so socially aware," she teases, tracing little circles onto the back of his hand with her thumb.

He grins delightedly down at her. "Yes, social awareness is another of those things it's gauche to brag about."

He has such beautiful eyes and such a pretty smile.

"Aha. Then by your impeccable knowledge in the field, I have figured out your bragging abilities! You are an expert braggart, congratulations."

"Thank you! I'm very proud."

"As you should be. You're not even one of the insufferable braggarts! Nicely done, I commend you."

"Well, of course, you're hardly a very good braggart if you're insufferable about it. First rule of bragging."

"And yet so few remember it! A terrible pity for all those unfortunate enough to be alone with them."

"Indeed."

"How fortunate for me!" Pause. "Though if I'm not mistaken, I think we've run out of park to be alone together in. Unless you want to do another lap in case I was too distracted to remember the first."

"No, no," he says. "We leave now, and then there will still be exciting things for you to discover when we come back."

"Ah, I see! A clever strategy. But now where will we go?"

"Where would you like to?"

"Uh. Lunch acquisition of some sort?" she offers, less out of hunger, and more out of a blatant desire to spend a little more time with him.

"Sounds good! What sort of lunch?"

"Not a fancy sit down sort of restaurant? I'm kind of in the mood for some sort of easily transportable meal, so we can go look at more pretty things of some kind. Otherwise, no real preferences."

"Sure."

He smiles affectionately down at her, and leads her out of the botanical garden and across the street to a cute little bakery whose wide selection of baked goods contains many items suitable for this purpose.