Babs laughed, her chest rising and falling convulsively. "Yeah, it was a mighty fine speech." She took that hand of his between hers, so much smaller as she ran her fingers along and between his long and slender ones. "My dad's been pestering me about Thanksgiving. I think he just wants to get you cornered, find out what your intentions are," she chuckled. "Which is what I think we're deciding right now." She turned over on her side and pressed her lips against his cheek. "Not that I'm ready to care and share with Dad," she murmured, nuzzling ehr nose against his jaw lightly, in one sweep.