Yeah. I do. [It's quick, almost too quick. She doesn't have to think of the words or pause to consider what to say. The answer is easy, like if he asked her what the weather was outside or if she liked to sleep. Her own smile slips into place, too, easy and open and void of any discomfort. In fact, she's at ease enough to reach over and steal one of his chips. He's used to it by now.]

Did you have anything in mind, or was asking enough to think about?

[There's no judgment either way. It's a pertinent question, one they'd address soon enough anyway. The feeling through the bond is more tranquil than it has been in a few weeks (dancing aside), something she hasn't noticed until this very moment. A huff of combined contentment and amusement escapes her, so she moves to take a drink.]

And thanks for asking. It makes me happy. [If he squints, there might actually be a little color to her cheeks. Maybe.] I can try and think of something, too, if you want.