Padma couldn't help but laugh at his overexaggeration, and she kissed him lightly once more before releasing his shirt and smoothing the wrinkles out with her hand.
"Somehow I think you'll survive," she teased. "I'm hungry too, though. I grabbed a few bites of some pastry Brenna tossed my way, but that was it."
Taking his hand, Padma let the way out of the store and locked it behind them with a flick of her wand. She stood just in front of the door for a moment in an attempt to adjust to the crowd, then squeezed Faelan's hand and looked up at him.
"Where to? You've been around the festival. Take me to the good food," she commanded, aiming for haughty but failing miserably. Mostly because she couldn't help but laugh at herself.