Violet couldn’t help her nervous chuckle at his witty answer. “I’ll have to come up with some, thank you,” she said, a sigh slipping from her lips at the relief of hearing his advice. “I... Um... Is there somewhere I can change?” She asked, indicating her jeans. They stood in the kitchen, her feeling awkward (like mostly always), him looking as if he would be comfortable, half-dressed, literally anywhere in the world. His advice meant a lot to her, but there was something about his presence - his calm, his wit, his charm - that Vi longed to have herself.