[She echoes his laugh with a soft one of her own.]

What can I say? I've got a pretty good intuition. Knew right from the start, and you won me over.

[Her hand is warm in his, and the scent of lilies begins to seep into the air around them. She wonders if there are some blooming elsewhere—perhaps in between the cushions, or outside of the temple, or if it's just their nostalgia finding a way to manifest itself.

She kids, of course. If only she'd known back then where they would be today. She might have thought, if someone had told her, that they were a little bit crazy.]

I remember thinking to myself that I wanted to get to know you better then.