Who would have thought that the hardest part about being happy was just allowing it to happen? It's treated like a destination or a range of being.

Still but curled up and pressed to him. And she does have darling feet. Though his attention is pulled from them. Arms embrace her and he takes and gives a kiss. "Yes, I think that's much, much better. Now maybe I can get your arms. Those aren't...completely covered." The same goes for her chest, but that floppy hat is what's keeping her covered enough.

"I think he likes her quite a bit. Marci is....Marci. She grew up the same as we did but is sure she's got what it takes for the highballs and silver spoon things. But whatever tastes she's got, there's some for Foggy."