It is about halfway through the third hour of the fifteenth day of Lucette's attempt to reorganize her grandfather's library. The project is moving at an acceptable pace overall, though she's starting to question the wisdom of having scheduled the whole thing down to the hour during day three (hour four).
She likes descending at a steep but not vertical angle, and banking turns, and any maneuvers that get Lucette to hold her tighter.
Then Lucette can do some intensely swoopy flying with these properties. And also carefully hold Annie progressively tighter all the time once she notices that's a pattern, until Annie seems to be at a happy level of being held tightly. Carefully because Lucette's strength has really grown to be quite something.
There is a level at which it being emotionally gratifying balances out against it being physically painful and too hot but it's maybe a surprising level.
Lucette can go to whatever level causes the happiest faces. She will also nuzzle Annie some during a portion of the flight where she's settled into a slow glide, in case that helps get good faces to.
Annie gets a KISS? A REAL KISS???? It's a good thing they're up in the air and nobody else can hear them because the noises from this eventuality are not giggly at all.
Lucette makes some very similar noises empathetically! Annie is just so good and should be kissed some more.
Okay, so that's the reaction that sort of kiss gets from Annie, how about this sort of kiss?
Lucette is apparently engrossed enough in this new Annie-approved activity that she doesn't notice when they're coming up on a flock of geese.
Annie was barely aware they were still moving, she doesn't have a lot of clues about whether they're doing that which couldn't be the wind blowing around of its own accord. She manages to pull back for enough air to say "birds?!"
Birds?
Oh!
Lucette manages to turn her head and locate them, leaving her just enough time to swerve... very nearly out of the way of the flock.
Well, hitting a bird at high speed is nothing Annie's healing factor can't handle.
"Can you... hover?"