"I don't think so, no."

"I wonder what would have happened if--someone else hadn't caught your eye."

"...Maran would've tried to kill me. And Tarro is - the sort of person I'd like a lot if I got to know him. Probably even if he was a swan at the time. I don't know... how it all would've worked out."

"Yeah. Well. Didn't." Snuggle snuggle. So much snuggle.

Snuggle. Snuggle snuggle. Very much snuggle.

Snuggle.

Eventually she detangles one arm from the snuggle and points at a book on the shelf, which flies off and into her hand. She wraps the arm around him again and starts reading it over his shoulder.

He giggles and kisses her on the cheek.

She nuzzles back absently.

She continues reading her book for an hour and then puts it down and hugs him a little more tightly.

Snuggle.

Snuggle. "You're probably going to call my magic weird again," she observes ruefully.

"And why am I going to do that this time?"

"Because that was me preparing my spells."

Snort. "What...?"

She waves the book. "This is my spellbook!"

"What does preparing your spells consist of...?"

"Sort of--putting the structure of the spell together in my head."

"Huh. And you can only hold so many structures, or...?"

"It's slightly more complicated than that but basically yeah."

"Your magic system is weird." Hug. Nuzzle.

Snuggle. "So's yours."

He laughs. "I love you."

"I'm glad."

Cozy snuggles.

Such cozy snuggles.

After a little while her stomach decides to snarl at them for neglecting it.

...he giggles. He conjures breakfast.