[She's just going to watch him for a moment, noting how his neck and his face flush with a bit of colour, fondness buzzing in the air around her, making the dust that floats around twinkle like starlight.

But as soon as he says that about them, she can't help it. The temptation is far too strong, and she closes the distance between them, lifts herself up on her tiptoes, wraps her arms around his shoulders, and kisses him lightly on the lips.]

That's not true. I think they're cute. And I know I wouldn't be the only one to think so. [She tilts her head at him, her lashes fluttering with affection.] But we don't have to. Maybe we can make some new ones together that we can put out instead...?

[Regardless, she wants some out on display, and that seed has planted itself firmly into her imagination.]