Well, sure. {After all, her day's not up until that last bit of sun goes down and it's the one day she gets to be selfish and only have to worry about what she wants so she's going to pack everything in until the very last second (and maybe pretend she doesn't realize right away when that last second has passed too).}

But I haven't decided yet. So we'll go catch our breath and relax first and by the time we get done with that I'll know what comes next. Please, Cloud. {Part of it's instinctive and part of it's that even as a teenager she's empathetic but a big part of it is simply that she doesn't like the way it makes her feel inside when he withdraws. She winds both of her hands around one of his for emphasis and gives him a light tug with her best hopeful smile.} Come sit with me?