It makes her knees flutter when he trusts her with that look in his eyes. Tonight, she doesn't have to worry about falling, nor his hearing the way her heart flutters and stumbles into a new rhythm.

"Always next year," she agrees. Bobbi gets one more scritch before Ver's hand falls to the pouch at her hip. The pixie dust comes out sparkling, chiming softly, and floating on its own breeze. "Yes, in fact. Don't you get the reference?"

When the dust is dispersed she has her hand out to catch them. Just in case.