Rose grinned back at him, pleased that she'd made him smile. She shifted on her swing, until she was facing him, leaning against the chain that was closest to his swing, one of her legs hanging off either side of the swing. And she reached out, easily grasping the chain of his swing that was closest to her. "Aren't you going to kiss me?" she asked, and belatedly, "Or did you not want to do that now? Did you mean you wanted to kiss me later?"