*cuddles against you, positively wallowing in how comfortable this is (although he is still struck with an overwhelming, silly rush of gratitude and amazement, from time to time)* She is sweet. She'll probably be all in favour of a party when we get home, you know. We may just have to suck it up or Elemmakil will pitch us off the wall. Single-handedly.
*murmurs* I suppose if we go out, we'll have to put some clothes on?