What with her kissing him while he's sitting down, it seems highly likely that she will end up in his lap at some point. If so, that's pretty great too.

That does seem likely, especially with how tired she is from the dancing.

Today just gets better and better.

It's pretty great.

"I think," he says, eventually, with some reluctance, "all things considered, I'd rather not get carried away."

"Prrrrrrobably a good idea," she sighs.

"Yes."

"This is probably a novel experience for you, when even was the last time you had a pretty girl in your lap who wanted to be there?"

"It has definitely been a while," he admits, smiling wryly.

"Nice, though."

"I am definitely enjoying having this pretty girl in my lap. And definitely enjoying the fact that she wants to be there."

"Mhm," she says, putting her head on her shoulder.

He hugs her.

Snuggle.

Contented sigh.

"After all that dancing I'm not sure when I'll want to get up," she observes ruefully.

"Well, I don't exactly object to sitting here a while."

"Good." Snuggle.

Snuggle!

"You're almost as cozy as one of your beds," she murmurs after a few minutes.

"Well, that's immensely flattering."

"Well, normally I haven't been dancing quite so much when I go to bed."

"Ah. Contextual coziness."

"Such cozy context."

"Mm."

Cozy snuggly hug.