Candy knew that inside, he was the same person as ever. She'd gladly shared her first kiss with him, and she'd gladly do it again. When he mentioned eating the cacti, she wrinkled her nose. "We'll find someplace that's more hospitable for human life, then I'll get us some real food." She didn't want anyone to try to hurt him, and she knew that if they'd really gone back in time, they'd like try. Her included; witchcraft still wasn't all that popular.
She watched as he leaned over, and then tiptoed up to kiss him on what she assumed was the mouth. It was where his voice came from, and it was below his eyes. It was also smoother than the rest of him, and she smiled as she pressed her lips. He tasted like rock, but in a familiar way, like when she'd kissed her hopscotch stone for luck as a child. "Hi."