"I guess not." There are harder too. Her little joke pulls up a ghost of a smile. "Quiches are the other kinds I like." Carrots are good for the eyes they say. Oh Murdock. Matt tightens his arms around her. "We do have a future, love. My sweet, sweet, love." It's a sigh of relief and gratitude at the pressure of her head on his shoulder, how her hair feels on his bare skin, flesh to flesh.

The kiss is awhile coming. It makes it taste even more delicate and worth savoring.