Settling beside him was much, much more comfortable. Lyra took to leaning against him, legs curled under herself and head tilted slightly so she could rest it against his shoulder. She hadn't been hungry but her stomach gave an awful sort of rumble that had her cheeks growing pink.
Thank goodness he set that fruit out because she was far more famished now that she wasn't so focused on... doing things to him. Or with him. She took a stab at the fruit with a toothpick and placed a chunk of pineapple in her mouth before spearing another bit for him.
"You like to do things unmagically, isn't that it? I mean... you just.. the more I get to know you the more it seems that way... and I like it. I like you."