Darcy scrunched up her nose, making a face. "Oh, sick. Fences." She giggled. She made a sound of disappointment when he released her and she stretched a leg out, brushing her foot against his ankle, wanting to still be touching him somehow.
She began to scan the menu, wondering what she was in the mood for, besides Magnus. At his comment, the words blurred for a moment on the menu and Darcy tilted it forward a little, looking up at him. Her heart fluttered like a nervous bird in her ribcage.
She didn't realized until this moment just how bad she wanted a little army (army of three, tops) of Magnus clones to teach to love music. "I'd really like that."