As Nate's arm goes around her, Bunny leans into him automatically, a sunflower turning toward its light source. Bracing one hand on his knee, she stretches to plant a kiss on his cheek. "Silver-tongued flatterer."
Not everyone is as lucky as she and Nate have been. Bunny knows this down to her bones, and learned it the hard way. But this is a grim turn of conversation for a happy meeting of friends, and she'd like to skate right around the edge of that hole in the ice if they can.
"I'm sure there's many a woman in Austin who would argue against you on that score, Nate." Though she settles back against him again, Bunny's hand stays on Nate's knee, giving it a light squeeze. "What do you say, Cal? Is there a woman out in the city pining for you tonight?"