"Friends don't kiss each other like that," she stuck her tongue out at him. "Not that I'm complaining, mind. You can do that often as you like. But that friend word just doesn't fit. Not exactly."
She brightened at the mention of dinner. She had a keen interest in food, though her appetite was random at best. "I don't remember the last time I ate. Or slept, for that matter." She rubbed the back of her neck. "I was trying to make a map of the area in my mind. I sort of lost track."
Friendship had such a flexible definition in her century. Humanoids were running amok through the galaxy, pheromones ablaze. The slow process was a foreign concept to her.
"Are you going to use magic?" she whispered. She couldn't help but be curious. "I just wonder what that's like when there's magic involved. Is it amazing?"