"You bought them," Andy protested with a soft snort. "They were the dinosaur ones. From that movie." Said socks were bright yellow and patterned with raptors and the near-eponymous clever girl. Few people ever guessed that she loved silly things like that, but socks were one of Andy's simple pleasures, along with little sweets.

They all had their loves, each other, and their gentle enjoyments. And right now Andy had all three, snuggled in with Booker as she petted his hair and wriggled up just enough that she could kiss him more easily. Things were good right now, right here in their little cozy blanket-nest. It was almost enough for her to forgive being stuck in the cold weather for another night.

"I like the way you taste right now."