He's always brought out her sunny side. It's the poetry. Poetry is a feast for her starving soul and he makes it all true. Maybe that's what lets her get through to Matt when even Foggy can't. That and the dancing.

She brought tarts, which are like pies, so close enough. The elbowing startles a little sound from her, surprised but not upset; nothing for Matt to worry about. She's learning to adapt to these things. "Yeah, he is, but he's worth it."

Verity takes the offered plate and slides her free arm around Matt's waist so she can cuddle into his side. "I like him." To answer the unaskable question. "Now, come on, you heard him: I have to feed you and take care of you. It's official. I'm not one to disobey orders from your best friend."

But there will be a brief delay for kisses. Just one or two little ones.