nikolas vaisey doesn't need a broom to fly (besserwisser) wrote in wished,
"You're welcome," he said, rather warmly, as her lips brushed his cheek.
In any other marriage he supposed it would have been a romantic gesture as well as a thankful one. Between he and Daphne, Nikolas had a definite sense that there was fondness behind it, but that it still branched from the friendship they had slowly eked out. Regardless, it was nice. He was glad they no longer bickered in earnest, at least no more than normal couples did, and that they could interact without much awkwardness. He thought so, anyway.
"What about these?" Nikolas picked up a pair of earrings from the end of the stand. They were gold, with a small tear-shaped drop of opal and jade hanging from each. Simple, perhaps, but pretty and - he looked at the price tag - expensive.