His sense of her flared up with the kiss and he closed his eyes for a moment to try and concentrate on Sunila's spark.
He looked round at the pepper mill when she did. "Pick it up... how? Just... imagine it?" he asked as he thought over and over about the thing righting itself. The spark that was Sunila was different now, and felt encouraging and patient; the least he could do in return was succeed in what she asked of him.