He'd just dredged up the courage to touch her, his fingertips grazing the top of her bare knee, his other hand moving to slip beneath her braid to rest against the small of her back, when she slipped off of his lap.

He let out a breath, struggling not to roll his eyes at himself.

"I don't know, we can leave our stuff here. It's not too busy, maybe everybody'll leave it alone," he suggested, snapping his teeth playfully near the tip of her finger, just like she'd done to him.

"We should eat," he decided, getting to his feet and offering her his hand.