"Okay! Then let's go look at more terrible architecture, I'm excited to rip it to pieces!"

Giggle.

The castle continues to be exactly what a half-frayed spell would design from a megalomaniac's vague ideas of what he wants in a magic castle. There are opulent and unnecessary things stashed in bizarre places, the overall layout does not work at all, and there is little continuity of design. Where continuity of design actually occurs, it tends to precisely and creepily mirror other design elements, even when it doesn't quite make sense. Some places are pretty on their own, but as a whole, it's an absolute mess.

Ivethis has a bit too much fun ripping the design decisions of the castle to pieces. She's enjoying ripping apart the bad stuff more than finding anything good, but she makes an effort to try to find things that she likes anyway, or things that could be made into something she likes with a bit of effort. To avoid forgetting certain things, Ivethis starts collecting copies of anything they like in the entrance hall. It'll look a bit like a hoarder lives there, but they won't have to keep track of anything they like.

Eventually:

"I think we might be out of castle!"

He continues to find her opinions delightful. He's less inclined to comment, himself, but when he does say something it's usually picking out a design element that could be rescued from its surroundings and repurposed to good ends.

"I think so too!"

"Celebratory hug?" she invites, grinning.

Celebratory hug!!!

He picks her up and spins her around, for no reason other than that it seems like a good idea at the time.

She cackles with delight!

"I, you," she begins, then is interrupted by giggling too hard. "What was that for?"

Giggle. "Dunno, felt like it?"

"Ah-huh. Are you often overcome by the urge to twirl people, is this something I should expect in my life in the future?" She stand on her toes and drapes her arms over his shoulders, smiling at him. Oh no, she wants to kiss him again, and isn't motivated enough to change the subject or pull away.

"This is the first time I can remember it happening!" he says, smiling right back at her.

"So I'm an outlier! Well, all right. Anything else you'd like to do with me?"

Oh, she did not mean for those words to have that connotation, it just kind of happened. Is she blushing? She is probably blushing. (She is blushing.)

"...You're blushing," he says, delightedly.

"What, me, no, definitely not, it's all the walking around to look at the castle," she declares unconvincingly, blushing redder. "I have fair skin, it shows up easily!"

"Liar." He wraps his arms around her and squeezes gently.

She giggles again.

"The exertion could be making me dizzy, I might need a fainting couch, you don't know!"

"Should I pick you up and carry you to a couch, I think I might be hearing that I should pick you up and carry you to a couch!"

Can't speak, too much giggle.

He grins at her.

"You know what," she laughs, "yes, pick me up and carry me to a couch, that sounds like fun."

Scoop.

"Eee!"

He carries her to a couch and sits on the couch, still holding her; she therefore ends up in his lap.

... This is really not helping her blushing problem. Like, at all. She's not complaining, but if this was meant to solve the blushing problem, it is a bad solution.

But what if he doesn't think the blushing is a problem at all, what then.

"Well," she observes, "I am now on the fainting couch, excellent work."