She closed her eyes and let her tears slip down her cheeks, just enjoying a quiet moment where Skwisgaar would let himself be touched and where he'd let himself hold her. She chuckled. "Clogs are terrible. I'm starting to hate them myself."
Lulu laughed when he pulled her practically into his lap, nodding and letting her forehead rest on his. His words held some truth, and she nodded a little, laughing when he kissed her cheek. "You will, yes. And if you don't, I'll kill you myself." Killing someone who'd already died was an idle threat, but Lulu hated appearing weak.