[And it's a good thing that they won't dwell on it for long. There is nothing to dwell on, if she's perfectly honest—scary as it had been, and as much as she hates frozen lakes these days still, she is of the same mind. It had been a turning point for them, something that maybe they needed for the realization to sink in that they meant more to each other than what they were letting on or willing to admit.

Now they're here, and ready to make a new, better memory.

So, when he tugs her close, she accepts the kiss, her arms wrapping around him in return both to keep him near and for balance. She'll need to get used to these skates again, especially in the snow...]

Let them come, then. Maybe they'd stop terrorizing the town if they did.

[She nuzzles her nose against his, relishing in that warmth that he gives off.]

Come on. Might take me a minute or two to get used to being in these again...