"Are you kidding? It only makes me want more of them." Honestly, they could be all gross and slimy but they could never fail to meet expectations, not while she's kissing Betty. Her own daydreaming and imagination can't possibly compare to reality, even with failed attempts at twirling and teeth bumping against teeth and lips not fitting quite right.

Because everything else fits right. It fits perfectly like pieces of a puzzle, like an equation finally making sense.

She looks a little thoughtful at Betty's question, managing to pull off a truly concerned expression. Brow furrowed, a hand covering her own mouth as she hums gravely.

"Wow. You're right. Now that we're dating, you'll definitely have to sleep out on the balcony. Otherwise it'll just be too weird."