Her spirits were up; that lifted Kiernan's further. The place looked nice - just as nice as he'd imagined. And simple. Relaxing. No "beep beeps", as Kellan called them (things that beeped). He took that moment to silence his cellphone for the time being, but made sure it was set to vibrate. "Leave 'em," he said as he slung the bags onto a nearby armchair and then rested his hands on his hips as he surveyed the room. "Springy, hm?" He nodded as if he were a captain inspecting his deck. "Aye," another nod, then he turned and face Rhiannon and raised his eyebrows. "So," he cleared his throat and stepped closer, "did we decide if kissing was off the table?" His hands settled neutrally on Rhia's ribs and he gave a smile that hopefully said 'you set the pace' but also 'I want to kiss you, you nutty ginger'.
All these days and weeks, really, planning this escapade, he'd unintentionally begun to look forward to it - in not just the friendly, volunteering manner. He'd always had a soft spot for the redhead, but she'd planted some kind of nerdy, fairy spell on him and now he actually felt like being romantic, not just biological (Lord, help him).