Now there's the truth, and her stormy expression cracks just enough to let a chuckle pour through. "Yeah, it's been a while since I threw you around a bit. Consider it a promise for tomorrow." Or tonight, depends on how it goes.

That thought and its accompanying suggestive tone make her choke a bit over her water. She tries her best to turn it into a cough, but she's anything except smooth. She manages to stop dying fast enough to meet his last comment with a sigh. "Yeah, it had. We'll...have to try to meet up for summer next year, I could do with running around outside with you without you complaining about the chill." She missed him. She's remembering that now that it's being discussed, not like she hadn't felt the weight of that realization weekly since the last time they'd been in within the same square mile.

It's good to see him. It's nerve-wracking to consider any ideas she might have concocted while Alastair was just a far-off, exotic memory.

"...Is mead any good?"