Romilda saw the flames turn green out of the corner of her eye, and set her knitting aside. She got to her feet to greet David, amused that he had chosen not to roll out of it this time. She'd found his unique entrance endearing, before.
"Hello, special snowflake," she said with a grin, standing on her tiptoes to greet him with a kiss on the cheek. She wanted to kiss his mouth, but she hesitated before being quite that forward. "You know I didn't really slay any dragons, right? Except for metaphorical dragons, or maybe hypothetical ones. I hope that doesn't mean you don't want to celebrate."