She bursts into laughter, shaking her head a little, her breakfast momentarily abandoned in favor of draping her arm across his body. "That didn't quite come out as I meant it."

That's what rough drafts are for. Pity you can't have them when speaking.

"I meant that since your apartment was your domain you ought to be the one deciding when the best time would be. But I guess this is accurate too--of the two of us I'd guess you'd be better equipped to interpret the stars." The composer versus the wordsmith, it seems no contest to her thinking.

"Jupiter, who was... Um. Benevolence and good humor or something along those lines? I wouldn't have made that connection that quickly."