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To Glam's continued delight, more kissing sessions happen on the following days (when they're feeling like a boy). They haven't met her parents as her official boyfriend or girlfriend or whatever yet, and don't mind it too much.
News about Purity's escape surprises exactly no one, but the Protectorate's reputation suffers a blow because of the attack; after all, the heroes were beaten on their home turf. The PHO forums are abuzz, though rumors of Glam's death at the hands of Hookwolf (probably started by same) prove largely unfounded.
And Glam really should get to their webisodes and start building a steadier rep. And that's (one of the reasons) why they're in Lorica's workshop a few days later.
"So what should I do? I haven't posted anything since Purity, should probably make this more of a habit."
"Do... you not like free verse? I am actually in love with you, I'm pretty sure that part's not just being a teenager."
"I like it! I was caught off guard by my mom thinking it was precious!"
"What else would she think? I mean, I was the one who said it and from an outside perspective I think it's precious. Don't you think it's precious? And it was spontaneous, I'm actually pretty proud of that one."
"I'm not making a value judgment, I'm saying why I blushed."
"Oh. Yeah, alright. It was really cute, I wanted to kiss you then." Pause. "I want to kiss you now, can I kiss you now?"
In short: kisses!
"The microwave thing was also utterly precious. Do you have to go around not paying attention to electronics all the time?"
"I'm fine with, like, lights, and I start to have trouble around the level of a coffeemaker. Anything with settings that can't change them on its own bugs me. Dimmer switches are sort of a gray area."
"It would be nice! But it requires discernment out of proportion to the complexity of the task itself so I can live with it."
But no getting carried away. There is a boy in her room and the door's open.
"It's stupid, because they're not policing whether we're alone in my workshop or your room, but there you go," she shrugs.
"But, I mean... Does it just not occur to them, or what? Your dad—Charlie—even mentioned that he doesn't know what we do when we're in your room."
"That's not what he meant, he just meant we hang out a lot and he's usually not around. I don't know if it doesn't occur to them or what but my guess is they're just doing The Parent Thing and the Parent Thing involves the door rule but does not involve requiring me to be chaperoned at all times."