Pepper... she didn't laugh, she giggled. Her nose crinkled, and the sound came out before she could stop it, and after it happened, her eyes widened in embarrassment as she blushed. She hadn't done that since, well, since she was a teenager. Talking to a boy who wasn't related to her. "They are," she agreed, still smiling.
Feeling a warm glow at satisfaction at his praise for her idea, she settled closer, her forehead fitting perfectly in the curve of his neck. Some part of her nagged that this was probably a bad idea, but Pepper ignored it. She'd spent far longer than she wanted to think about recently worried about Phil and now Tony was in danger, not to mention herself. Maybe it was the illogical thinking of a teenager, but right now, all she cared about was how comfortable it felt having his arm around her; how right.
"Yes," she nodded. "We could watch a movie, or... play a game or something. Or maybe," Pepper got an idea, and bit her lower lip. Lifting her face, it was only a couple inches from his as she moistened her lips. "Do you want to see me dance?" she asked quietly. The tone of her voice was exactly as nervous as if she'd proposed something far more indecorous, but that was a part of her she hadn't shared with anyone in roughly fifteen years.
But the body she was in now was the body that that knew how to dance, was almost at the peak of perfection in the art - a year shy of being a regional star and three from courting international fame before she gave it up completely after one year more. She'd never shown him a video, and still could, but if he wanted, she had one chance to show him someone no one else would ever see again; something precious to her.