Separate names with a comma.
"It smells great," Tuck said earnestly.
"You're hmphing at me."
"Good! Good."
She looked up at him with an embarrassed smile. "So... that happened."
Tuck pulled his napkin into his lap as they sat, his table manners instinctive.
"I know, Aspen. Don't worry."
"So if people ask you who your best friend is, you say...?"
Sometime later, Eden was resting against his chest, reaching up and brushing her fingers through his hair.
"Right, right."
He laughed, ducking his head. "Huh. Maybe you do want to start a family with me," he teased, turning back to the sandwiches.
"We're best friends!"
She laughed deeply in surprise, hugging him close and kissing his cheek. (Zoop?)
"That's sweet."
"Because I am built to panic!"
"It's good. We have a good friendship!"
She considered him for a moment, playing with his collar. "You have an hour. Upstairs?"
"I love you too. I think your dad thinks we're friends."
"Because!"
"There we go."
She flushed, her arms wrapping around his neck.
