Jenna feels a moment of disorientation as her old memories come flooding back in. 

It's actually a little bit strange -- for the most part, she's the same person as she was, with the same memories. It's not like there's another version of her coming into existence, it's more like she's suddenly remembering something that she forgot. Something that she forgot that changes things quite a bit, at least when it comes to Sean.

She steels herself at the memory of the migraine and of what he's done to others, the horrible awful things that he's done to others, but, but, he's learning. And she's redeeming him, right? So even though lying on him like this is a little scary, this is how she helps redeem him. Or something like that, showing the vampire or demon or wizard or whatever that he too can be loved. And... to be honest, well, Jenna probably wouldn't call it love (not yet, anyways, though the idea of falling in love with him would be so romantic even if it is cliche but if it did help him be good and gave her magic too and... no this is not a reasonable thing to be thinking about at the moment) she would at least call it caring, and she does feel that. She likes him and she's going to learn about magic (also magic exists, goodness, goodness), and maybe get magic (even if magic seems to be related to things she probably should not be doing yet, ew) but at the very least she's on an adventure with a magical boyfriend. (Ok, technically not a boyfriend yet but they're dating that's close enough.) Who's currently seeing other people also, unfortunately. And she can't keep her memories out of the car. 

At least this explains why she didn't have more magical makeouts. Unfortunately. Even if she was part of the decision in the first place she really regrets it at the moment even though she know that that's silly, it was a reasonable and sensible choice to make even though it meant she ended up with no magical makeouts. (Is she sure that it was a good choice at the time? Yes. Yes she is. Pretty sure anyways. Maybe it would be a good idea to show him how to control himself no maybe not they had good reasons for that before even if she really wants more of what she had before. Drat. Maybe it is a good way, though?)

Fully, well, herself, again, or at least with her full memories back because she was always herself she was just missing a small set of memories that changes some things but really not that many things, just one big things, she looks up at Sean and smiles gently. At her magical boyfriend. Magical, bad boy, not technically her boyfriend but still very cute and hot and attractive and sweet and they are dating at least and he's cute and hopefully he hasn't done anything awful in the past few days and then she can kiss him and tell him that he really can be a good person. "Hey there," she says, smiling at him softly. She gives him a soft kiss on the chest through his shirt. "How's the past week been, in terms of magic? Have you been good this past week? No more hurting people, right?" She looks up at him, inquisitively, a little worried but mostly hopefully, hoping that he has been good. No more hurting people, no more raping people, no more wiping their memories as though that makes everything ok. But if he's turning over a new leaf, and it's all because of Jenna, well. Well, that's something she can appreciate and enjoy and bounce up and down about and kiss him for. As long as he says so, that is. 

"Yeah," He smiles back, tentatively. "I've been—I dunno. Figuring out how to be somebody who doesn't hurt people, I guess. I think it's been going okay. It's—surprisingly hard to just—like, you'd think that not hurting people is as easy as just not... doing anything terrible to them, but it's not that simple, I don't want to just not do things to people that I know they wouldn't be okay with, I want to—not screw up even at things that are more complicated than that? And that's. Well. Complicated. ...wow I bet that super didn't make any sense."

Jenna smiles at him gently, a little worried but still glad that he's clearly trying. It would be a problem if he wasn't trying. And he's also still fitting into the standard story of the dark bad boy who is being redeemed by the nice girl but still has to deal with all of his horrible urges and desires (and Jenna is annoyed at just how well he's keeping to the script even if it does making thinking about it easy) even if that's not exactly what's going on. He's not dealing with dark urges, at, not of that kind, he's just learning how to be better towards other people. And not hurt them just because he can get away with it. 

What he's saying is a little twisty and confusing, but she thinks she understands. Maybe. She kisses his chest softly again. "I think so," she tells him. "You want to make sure you're not hurting people, even if you don't intend to? That's something everyone has trouble with, you know." Jenna nestles into him a little closer, feeling his strength and his muscles and even though she shouldn't be paying attention to how hot he is it's really rather difficult with his body and his smell and his everything so near. She wants to collapse into him and kiss him and have him give her more magical makeouts and carry her off to his dark lair where he can do, um, unspeakable things to her under silk sheets (and maybe she's leaning a little too hard into the metaphor here and should probably give it a rest). But even though it's a very strong desire and thinking about still makes her ears burn (again, even right now, really, what is this) she still has something a little more important to do. And she was talking, wasn't she oh no she should probably go back to doing that and stop fantasizing about his hands lifting her in the air and his mouth on her body and yes, yes, that's enough of that thank you. 

What was she saying again? Oh right. "We can't always know for sure if things are going to be a problem, you know? And as I explained before, last time" (and all those memories are so clear, as though they had just happened, without a chance for them to fade, which is interesting. Perhaps that's because they haven't had a chance to fade is that how his magic works maybe she should talk to him about it later) "it's ok to take risks, even if you're afraid. Sometimes you might do small hurts, yes, but you can talk to people and usually be forgiven as long as you're trying to do right. And you'll learn better the more you do it." She grins up at him sweetly, shivering a little at just how cute he is and how magical he is and how he has a magical boyfriend or not a boyfriend really even though she keeps thinking about it that way because books but this is the most amazing thing that has happened to her in her whole life and she hasn't had the whole entire week to squeal about it and think about it and enjoy it so she's going to do so now even if just in the comfort of her own head. At least if it doesn't get in the way. Which it might be doing a little. "Sometimes things are complicated, but as long as you're trying, that's important too. And as long as you're not still kidnapping people anymore." Jenna giggles and blushes a little at that, hoping he's not offended at the joke. She looks up at him to see what he thinks about what she's said (and make sure he's not offended why did she say that was it really worth the joke what was she thinking).

When she nestles into him, he smiles a little and wraps his arms around her and squeezes gently. She's very snuggable.

"Yeah. I am super not gonna kidnap anybody. Valerie keeps wanting to kidnap somebody for me but I told her if she wants to bring me someone it has to be somebody who wants to be there and she can't lie to them to get them that way, and I figure if she manages that it'll probably be fine and if it's not fine I can just... not do anything to them. I dunno. Like I said, complicated."

Jenna winces at the mention of Valerie. And then winces more at the mention of the possible-someone-else that Valerie might be bringing him. She hadn't really been thinking about it, even though the memories of their previous discussion (or lack of discussion really they were pressed for time then probably and they're going to be pressed for time again now it would be so much easier if he would just let her remember and she understands why he won't and she would be worried too but this really is putting a strain on things in some ways) are still fresh in her mind, and it still makes her uncomfortable. Jenna really is doing her best to be more understanding and less, well, close-minded than her mother tends to be, sometimes Jenna had to admit that her mother made a lot of good points. And even if it was hard to explain to him exactly what she had trouble with (and she might be able to figure it out if she had time but she doesn't and it's really really annoying it's so unfair that she has a magical, um, dating-person and she can only remember it a little at a time) that doesn't change that it still feels raw and scary and awful.

But she isn't sure what to say about it. And if anything her not remembering makes things so much worse because he's going to be spending all of his time doing things with Valerie and maybe this new girl and anyone else that comes his way but he isn't going to be spending any time with her. Not really, anyways, even when they dance it's only mostly her, or some of her, and even though she loves it and loves the good times they have together and he makes her so happy he is in some sense lying to her about it and while the circumstances are complicated it still seems wrong that he can just do whatever he wants here and she can't do anything about it. 

But they just had this conversation (or at least it feels that way) and she isn't sure what to add to that that doesn't seem like she's asking for more or that it is unfair, so she decides to not say anything even though that's probably a bad idea but she isn't sure what to say at all. Instead, she sighs, bright mood deflating, and sinks down a little further onto his chest, clinging to him and not wanting to let go. "Yeah," she says, doing her best to keep any sort of snappishness or annoyance out of her voice because she's going to be an actress and should be able to sound however she wants. "That makes sense, I guess."

...he sighs. "See, I can't go ten seconds without fucking up," he says, cuddling her. "Sorry. I wish—I wish I was better at this. You okay?"

Jenna bites her lip, a little bit infuriated at him for this. Again. She supposes he's being far too careful still because he wants to do the right thing but just because he made a mistake now and really not even really a mistake per-se that doesn't mean he's constantly messing up all the time and then feeling bad for it and she just explained that you could fix mistakes by talking things through (which she supposes he's now doing, but still). And now this means she probably has to be the bigger person and talk about it some when she was planning to ignore it because she doesn't want to make things worse (and she's going to ignore how this is her own lesson coming back to bite her except she didn't know what to say so it isn't really).

"You get better by trying," Jenna very very carefully doesn't snap. She takes a breath and collects herself and looks up and him and gives him a very small smile. "You don't have to worry about every tiny mistake you make, you know. And if anything, sometimes that helps you talk to people more and get to learn to know more about them as long as you're careful and apologize like this one time with, um, so that's really not the kind of mistake worth using such language on." She bites her lip to cut off herself from telling him about a small excited example, now is probably not the best time. "Just keep trying, and don't worry so much, please?" Jenna sighs and cuddles into him a little more. "And yeah, I'm alright." She supposes she can't just say everything she just said and then try to ignore the problem, can she. Even if she might want to. "It still does hurt, though," she tells him, opening her mouth to talk before she can bite her tongue and resist the urge to so that she has to tell him even if she doesn't want to, and this is the sort of thing they can work out that was the whole point she was trying to make to him "that you're still seeing and doing things with her. And that you're planning to add more people. And I know you don't mean anything by it, but, it's still really uncomfortable." And well, scary, even if she's not sure why. "And well, kindof scary, even if I'm not sure why."

"Man, I don't..." He sighs and cuddles her some more. "If it was just—I want to be able to say 'if it makes you scared and uncomfortable I won't do it', but I don't think I can. Cause... Valerie's mine now, whether I like it or not, it's a magic thing and it's not going away and—I've been kind of shitty to her and I want to be better, and it's really hard and I don't know what I'm doing, and it wouldn't—be fair to her, to get rid of her like that, it'd... be exactly the kind of thing she expects from me and I'm not the person she expects me to be and I don't wanna be. But - I dunno. If she brings me somebody maybe I'll think twice about keeping them even if she's legit. Because I don't wanna make you scared and uncomfortable. But then it's—keeping people is the only way I can be really sure they're safe, so maybe I should be doing it more, if I find more people who want to be kept? Because there's some really scary shit out there and I have no idea where it is or how to do anything about it? But then I don't—the people I care about are you, and Karen, and I guess Dani but differently, and Valerie also differently, and that girl Irene who I'm probably never gonna see again, and no matter how many people Valerie brings me that's not gonna keep any of the rest of you safe, and... I dunno, it's a mess."

"What about being fair to me though," Jenna doesn't say. Even if she wants to. It really doesn't seem fair at all, though, that he has other people that he's going to go and do things with and that he's actually gone and done them and that there might be new people in the future for him to do things with and they've done barely anything together. Not that Jenna wants to do more (well, ok, maybe she does, maybe she does want to get carried off by him and do things that are wonderful and close and beautiful and... maybe she shouldn't be thinking about this at the moment), not really, anyways, but even with lots of evidence to the contrary it feels like he has no good reason to keep doing things with her at all. He still is, but it feels so much like he cares more about all those other people that he does Jenna and if Jenna is going to do any amount of redeeming she has to be, well, he has to have a reason to not just run off and do something else when the going gets tough because it's her love that brings him to the light or at least that's how the stories work even the ones that weren't supernatural at all and maybe things don't always work how they do in books but if all he has to do is change his mind then she can't redeem him.

And he makes such good points about wanting people to be safe, what happened to Dani is terrible and scary and awful and some part of her wants to be his just to be sure that that will never happen to her even though she doesn't want to do what that will take and there are a lot of other benefits to it as well. Honestly, choosing to belong to him like that and doing what needs to be done to make it happen seems like it would solve so many problems here, especially since he seems like he wants to keep around the people that he owns forever and ever, or at least that's what he says and how he's acting, and even though she tries to dismiss the idea it keeps coming up in her mind. Again, and again, and again. Telling herself that she doesn't want to do that kind of thing with him yet only helps a little (it's just her mouth, does it really count?), telling herself that he's done awful things and once she's his like that even if it is actually really romantic in some ways (though not entirely because she's not the only one, she'd be third even, that's not nearly as special) he could just hurt her and that would be that, and she really doesn't want to be hurt or changed or anything and he could but she'd never really thought about the idea in detail before had she they'd hardly had time. It's terrifying and awful but it seems like it would solve so much and they never even talked about it. She wanted to earn his trust first but it was so hard to do that like this and she only saw him a few times a week at most and only an hour or so at a time like this and even if she's terrified maybe it would be a good idea to...

"If someone is yours, you're always going to take care of them, yes?" she asks tentatively, as a way of starting the conversation. This is really stupid it's a shortcut she's taking a stupid shortcut and her mother would be appalled and she herself is appalled and she promised herself not to do anything like this tonight not anything remotely like this far but she didn't know then what she knows now and she could lose him if she doesn't do things and she doesn't want to lose him or this and she wants to redeem him and this is a way to fix that. "You're not going to get rid of them, or do anything bad to them, even though you could, and so you're always going to take care of Valerie, and Dani, and anyone else," she continues, slowly, not liking where her reasoning is going but she's still going to ask and check and everything because it makes everything so much simpler. So much simpler.

"I mean—yeah," he says. "Because—when someone belongs to me I'm responsible for them, I'm—but—I dunno, why are you asking?"

Well it's now or never right? They're just talking about it they're just talking about it and she can just change her mind later but there's no harm in asking and finding out what it entails and if he's ok with it and if she's ok with it and how it would go. "I mean, well," she says, tongue tied and annoyed how tongue tied she is she knows it's scary but for goodness sake she should just say it "it seems like it would help things a lot for both of us if, well" (just say it) "if I were yours." Jenna blushes really deeply and for once this isn't about sexy things it's about being scared and worried and scared about his reaction to what she just said "Not that we need to do it" she continues, quickly, very quickly "I don't know if I want to for sure but we never really talked about it before and even if it's not something I would like it could work and then I would be protected and could think about it all the time and know things and then I wouldn't be so worried because you would be promised to keep talking to me and I could help that way." and now she's blushing as she realizes just how much she's babbling as she closes her mouth and looks up at him. "But it seemed like something we should talk about," she finishes, lamely, looking up at him to see his reaction (and hoping that maybe she didn't freak him out he could just say no and get rid of her and never have anything to do with her again and she wouldn't even know and it would be awful and there's no reason to be worried about any of this but all of this is so scary and new). She takes a couple breaths, and collects herself, looking at him to respond.

"I'm—I want that," he says, softly. "I want that a lot. I want—I like you, a lot, like, maybe more than anyone else, and it's—but—I don't—I don't want to make you mine unless you're really sure that's what you want, because—it's not something you can come back from, it's not—I—"

Okay, slowing down and taking a deep breath and trying again, how about.

"...I want you to be—able to decide that you don't want to deal with me anymore, if it turns out that's better for you? And I want you to only do things with me that you really actually want to do, and I want—I mean—I feel—like—"

Wow maybe another breath is required here.

"...you said—if someone is mine I'll always take care of them—like you're—like that's what you're after—and, Jenna, I already care about you like that. I already—I took Valerie because she was convenient and I took Dani because it was the only way to help her but you I want to take because I want you, because it would make me happy if you were mine, because I want to have you and own you and know I can keep you safe, and—but—I want to do that if it would be good for you and I don't know that it would and I don't wanna fuck that up because there's no way to stop owning someone and if I owned you and it was bad and I couldn't make it not bad that would be the worst thing. And. I dunno. I guess I'm still scared of fucking up, like in general. Scared that—I'll do the wrong thing and hurt you and it won't be something I can talk through and you'll want to fuck off and never look at me again, and as bad as that would be, having that happen when you were mine would be worse."

Jenna blushes a little when he tells her he likes her more than anyone else, both out of happiness and joy and flushing sweetness at how much he likes her (more than anyone else! More than anyone else!!) and also out of relaxed relief as some terrified unknown knot in the back of her mind seemed to untangle and ease and she feels better but there's hardly time to think about that at the moment because he's still talking so Jenna gives him a soft smile and listens while he talks. And thinks, as he does.

He actually has a very good point that she wasn't even slightly thinking about the fact that it was permanent and maybe she should think about that shouldn't she. Originally she hadn't even intended on this necessarily being a permanent relationship it might have been nice if it had been maybe (and he was also rich which would have been nice just in case things went wrong with becoming a famous actress which they weren't going to) but even though her mother would probably be disdainful of such a thing she hadn't really planned on it being forever, just something fun for a year or two or three to see what dating was like and he was really sweet and interesting but she wasn't necessarily sure he was the one (and that's still how she normally thought of him since she normally doesn't know about the magic or the horrible awful things he's done). And...

And that doesn't really fit with the other conception she'd been going off of lately (well more like clinging to be cause it seemed to fit so well because she was so very into it once upon a time even though she knew such things were fantasies and she'd hardly had time to think) where the girl saves the bad boy by teaching him to be good and marrying him forever and holding him close and using the light of her love to save him and bring him to the side of light. Which... is a step in the process that she hadn't really been paying to and well, if that's what it took to redeem him... she isn't sure that's something she wants to do. She doesn't necessarily know everything she wants to do in her life yet (some things like being an actress are a given but besides that) and suddenly the idea of being with him forever even if it redeemed him was terrifying well maybe not terrifying but certainly weighty, something she wasn't necessarily going to take up unless she had to. And she's not sure she had to. Maybe. Hopefully. Her leaving him and then him going around on a rampage of, um, the awful things he was doing before (that he could have done to her and thank god he didn't) which was, well, it only happened a couple times most of the time the proof of their love won true but still it would be awful and not something she wants to happen. But maybe he doesn't need her for that (and well now there's something awful in the pit of her stomach again, and just when she'd relaxed a moment ago what was with this). 

He's right. It isn't something she should enter into lightly. And even if it seems like it solved so many problems (so very very many, especially given how frustrated she was before he reminded her of everything) it isn't the right thing to do. Yet. Maybe. 

But they had so little time together like this, it wasn't fair. 

"Oh," she says, the dawning realizations of the past minute coming through in a single sound. "You make a good point, actually, I... hadn't thought about the fact that it would be forever quite properly yet. I haven't had a lot of time to think about things with these memories, well, at all." She snuggles softly into his strong chest and sighs. "Maybe, maybe eventually, but it would be a choice made too quickly just to make some things easier and... it wouldn't be right, would it." She sighs a little more and clings to him, not feeling as worried and needing to hold him so tightly like she was before, but she still doesn't want to let go. "It still just seems so unfair," she tells him. "There just isn't enough time like this. Are you sure you can't just... not take my memories away?" 

"I'm—scared to not take your memories away," he says. "Because once I let you leave my car with them that's it, you have them forever, and—if anybody else finds out I'm magic, I'm afraid it'll get back to the wrong people somehow, and you wouldn't even have to tell anybody on purpose, you could just accidentally let something slip, or get caught by whatever got Dani, and then maybe whatever got Dani finds out that I fixed her and doesn't like that and sends somebody to kill me, and I have no idea how likely that is because I have no idea what got Dani."

Jenna shudders in fear and clings to him a little more. "Yeah," she says. "Yeah." It's not just her magical not-boyfriend who's magical (and scary), there's something else out there that's worse. So much worse. Jenna only has the memories third-hand at this point, but still, what happened to that poor girl... she shudders and clings to him close. "I'd be really careful," she promises him, "but whatever did that could do anything, couldn't it." It wasn't a question. It was an adventure she was on, after all, and an adventure came with perils. "There has to be a way to make this work better, though," she tells him. "Even if you're not going to let me go, even if you're going to take care of me, even if you like me so much more I still get so little time like this." And the others get so much more, she doesn't say. She sighs. "Maybe it's not entirely your fault, but it just doesn't seem fair." She doesn't me to be angry or frustrated or annoyed at him and she isn't, not for the most part anyways but she's a little bit frustrated and she's got this very nice strong magical boy to lie on and she shouldn't be quite so snappish. "I just wish there was something we could do." 

"Yeah." Hug. "I wish that too. It'd be better if I had a house. I'm gonna try to get one, and then like—it doesn't really make sense for somebody to spend hours in my car, but at my house is a different thing, right—it'll be easier to give you time. And in the meantime I can try to go on more dates, drive you more places."

"Road trip," she says in response to that, with a soft humorous laugh. And then a real laugh. It's not something she would agree to without, well, knowing the truth but it's something she would totally agree to do at some point with him as long as they didn't go too far and as long as they'd been seeing each other for a while. A month. Or two. Which is such a long time in which anything could happen, but it was certainly a possibility. She smiles at him softly as she realizes. "I meant that as a joke, perhaps, but it could work, eventually. A house would probably work better, though -- how far along are you on getting one?" And what would it even look like? Jenna has a sudden flash of fantasies of a beautiful old house with a chandelier and a four poster bed with silk bedsheets and... well, maybe she shouldn't think about that so much because it was making her blush (again!) but regardless this was silly because he was getting it so it couldn't possibly be some old ancient beautiful thing that had been in his family for generations and she wasn't even sure there were any such houses in the city anyways. "It would be really good if we could have a few hours together, instead of catching a few minutes here and there," she tells him. "It'd give us more time to talk. And think! And learn about magic!" she grins and blushes a little. She's on an adventure (with magic!) and she hasn't asked about any of that, almost at all yet. "How is magic, anyways," she asks, wincing a little at her sudden inability to ask a more sensible question but she wants to know everything. (And there's so much to know! And so little time to learn it in!)

"I mostly haven't experimented a ton because all I have to work with is my people and my car and, like, me. I know I can make stuff when I'm in my car, but I'm pretty sure as soon as the stuff stops being mine it wouldn't be there anymore, so I don't do a ton of that. And I can change stuff but I'm a little scared to make any really huge changes to the car in case I break something I can't fix. —I made myself a few inches taller," he admits, grinning wryly. "When I first got the powers. It was, like... I dunno, it felt right? I like being this height. Half the time I forget I used to be like five-eleven."

It's a little bit less hot, in some ways, knowing that he's not always looked like this (though five-eleven is still a quite a good height, not that matters but it matters some for sure at least in some parts of her that she probably shouldn't be thinking too hard about at the moment) but in some ways it's almost more hot to know that he could change himself like that. And... she presses a little closer to him, running her hand down the outside of his shirt, feeling the muscle beneath. "And is that all you changed," she says, with a bit of an edge to her voice. She's pretty sure she knows the answer she's not entirely sure but it seems pretty unlikely given his general, well, hotness that everything was the same before but she wants to hear it anyways. (And maybe she should be thinking about those parts. They're rather fun parts to be thinking about.) 

"Gave myself a little more muscle, too, and made it so I can't have kids unless I change my mind someday."

"And very nice muscle it is, too," she says, running her hand down his body again, the muscles that he made, (which is surprisingly attractive), grinning and looking up at him, and blushing at her forwardness and looking away shyly. She is still a little frustrated about before even though she knows why he didn't go as far as last time when she wasn't fully herself but she's lying her on a cute boy and there's maybe a little bit of fun to be had. Or more than a little bit. Just not too much. (Even if too much sounds amazing and could be even more amazing now that he has magic there are all kinds of fun things better than tangling close with him under lavish sheets and lying on his chest and waking up to the sound of him making breakfast and she's not actually sure what those extra-things are because even though zero-G, things, is the first thing that comes to mind it still sounds rather underwhelming but she's sure they can come up with something together.) As long as he's up for it, anyways. Which she hopes he is. 

Somewhat surprisingly, Sean now seems to be blushing a little. He smiles down at her, and hugs her, and kisses her forehead. "Hey, I'm glad you like it. —we don't have a ton of time before we'll be late for dance club but do you wanna see the cuddle closet I can make in the back of my car?"

Jenna winces and sighs when she realized that he's right, that they don't have a ton of time left. And even if she wants to blow off dance to spend hours with Sean like this, she has a feeling that he won't be ok with her being suspicious when he, unfortunately takes her memories again. Probably not enough time to do much more than cuddle (even if she did have somewhat more than cuddling in mind. Or more than somewhat.) But then she smiles back up and him and shifts, sitting up. He's being sensible and sweet and he's even blushing and now Jenna is blushing back at him and she really needs to stop doing that what is it about him that keeps making her do that other than his everything and they could be sweet and blushing together in the cuddle closet (which really needs a better name that is a very silly name) sounds nice and delightful and fun and at least they'll be close and more comfortable. "Sure," she tells him, and then she smiles wider when she realizes she's going to see more magic. She bounces up a little straighter to get a better look. "Let's see!" 

The space behind the seats unfolds into an approximate cube that's slightly wider than the car, and the light inside it brightens and the floor grows a comfortable wine-red carpet and there appears a cozy comfortable couch, easily big enough for them both to curl up on together with no fear of anyone falling off even if their cuddles get pretty energetic. He climbs between the seats and flops on the couch and holds out his arms, grinning.

Jenna bounces and for a moment or three doesn't even care that she's bouncing and giggling excitedly because it's magic and she has a magic boyfriend (or not really but close enough) and he can make pretty things and soft comfy couches and she giggles and practically skips over to him and lands in his arms and holds him close and squishes into the couch because this is the first time she's really seen it in action, at least, for the most part, and the couch is squishy and soft and comfy and the cute boy is also comfy and he's magic and the world contains magic and she gets to share in it and for at least a dozen moments or so, everything is wonderful. She holds him close and kisses his chest and buries herself into his powerful comfortable warm embrace and and grins up at him happily and full of joy. It's magic!