Morgan leaned into his touch, returning his smile. "I'm not going anywhere you're not, remember?" Goodland had a way of giving her everything she ever wanted. It was strange to believe in such a place, because scientifically? It shouldn't be possible. The girl she had been the previous year, would have told you magic didn't exist outside of the few powered beings who wielded it. There was always supposed to be a logical explanation behind it. Nothing about this world was logical, but it had made a believer out of Morgan. "I don't know," she began with an arch of her eyebrow and a teasing smirk. "You have quite a way with words, Markus. I think they would translate well to paper."
Her eyes sparkled happily at his promise, and she gladly let him lift her away from the bike, those bright eyes meeting the amused clerk's before widening with curiosity when Markus flattened his palm against hers. She wondered briefly what sharing all of his memories through a touch would feel like. Would it be like a headrush? Receiving and computing all of those experiences with one touch? Or, would it be like the rush of emotions she was experiencing right now? "See?" she asked breathlessly, "quite a way with words." Closing her eyes, she returned his kiss- smiling up at him when he pulled away. "Together," she reiterated softly before the clerk handed the credit card back over.
"We did it," she said with a laugh. "Does this mean we get to take Moriarty out for his first adventure?" Morgan could hardly contain her excitement; they had been talking about this for so long. She had written about it in her journal, and on the few occasions when her insomnia gave her a break? Her dreams had been filled with images of the two of them zooming down the road.