When Kevin curled his arms around one of hers, Su leaned into him, not really caring how their interactions looked to anyone else. She liked being close to him and his happiness was contagious. "Thank you! I love stripes. And pink. But now I'm definitely going to wear it even more!"
It took her a moment to figure out the comment, but Su had grown very familiar with Kevin's thought process, and it didn't take her longer than a second or two to figure out where he was coming from. With a laugh, she kissed his cheek and said, "Wicked, I'd totally go straight for you, too!" Unless people had somehow managed to get the impression she was transsexual and actually a guy, in which case, "Or gay. Either one, I'd just go for you." She couldn't help but grin at that.
Then when Kingsley returned, Su flashed her grin at him before picking up her drink with her free hand and taking a sip. "Yum! I love these so much. Thanks!"
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They looked, to him, as if they were dating. Kings was simply glad people managed to find other people during all this, whether romantically or otherwise. He did believe in love and all that, but most of the time, all the time the last few years, Kings had been too busy. It just wasn’t a priority for him. But he was still happy for Kevin and Su, just as he was for Bill and Fleur and everyone else.
“I’m glad you guys like them,” Kingsley spoke while silently casting a charm around their area. It wasn’t visible, and no words were said. There was simply a bit of a different feel. “First order of business is what I’m handing over to your care, Kevin,” Kings spoke a bit more freely now. Pulling his bag back with his foot, Kings pulled it up and set it on the empty seat. Even lightened, it was heavier than it looked, having been expanded and organized on the inside.
Still, the man unzipped the top and pulled out a large scrapbook, one of many, had they been able to see inside for even a moment. The bag was not open long, just on the off chance Su’s cherry went flying and damaged them or something else as improbable but not impossible. They were his most valuable possessions. “Take a look and tell me what you think, but be careful,” his tone was more serious than before, and his eyes were looking at their drinks, which were cold, and the chance, thus, that even a small amount of precipitation had formed on the glass and thus transferred to their hands.