Lee makes a face. (He got her reluctantly watching Star Trek, then grudgingly admitting to liking it, though she gets distracted railing about how obviously gay Spock is.) Then she smiles. She pulls back far enough to tilt her head up and kiss him on the mouth, gentle, chaste.
Her forehead rests against his, and she sighs and says nothing for a moment. Then she whispers, "You will take me to Coney Island this summer, right?"