"Oh! Oh my goodness, yes of course!" Patrick said, upset at himself for not thinking of it first. He fumbled at his pockets for a moment before pulling out his phone and writing himself a memo. "I will do that the very second we go back upstairs! Don't be sorry for asking, I'm sorry for not asking!"
He was going to say more, but Wrath emerged from the heritage centre and walked over towards them, her eyebrows raised. "Are you two making out?" she asked dryly.
"Ah, not yet," Patrick joked. "I'm trying the slow woo. I did shoot him with confetti."
Wrath snorted and then she just sat down on the bench, wedging herself between them and resting her head on Patrick's shoulder. "Your person is gonna be pissssed, making out with other people like that!"
"Ah yes, best not to ever upset Famine," Patrick smiled fondly.