Katrina leaned her head into the kiss, and wrapped both of her arms around one of his. She didn't argue with the gratitude, although she really didn't feel like it was necessary. It was just the same kind of thing they'd always done for each other.
"Sounds like a plan," she said, resting her head on his shoulder. "I think we have some of that bread left, with the seaweed in it. Add in a little cheese, and we'll have a feast."