Both arms circle her waist, holding the dark-haired Tamaranean close to him, his forehead resting against hers. Grant's eyes close for a moment, then he tilts his head, kissing her forehead, smiling at her. "Sounds good," he murmurs.

"I think I might pass out if I eat anything else right now, but maybe another slice of pie later. We can warm it up," he says, releasing her, then moving to take away the desert plates and the forks. He'll leave the cups for her.

"Mar'i?" he asks, looking at her again. "Thank you..." Grant pauses, his smile becoming a little shy. "You're wonderful."