The upstairs was mostly silent, but the dust on the floor had been swept slightly, forming a path that led to a large, dark brown door.
There was a silence for a small moment before an amorphous white figure sprinted at him from the corner, tackling him.
Poppy's hands came up to cushion the back of his head as they fell and her eyes were bright, her shoulders shaking with laughter. She leaned down and kissed him, her hands sliding up to hold his face in her hands. "Boo," she murmured, pulling away slightly.
She laughed, kissing him again, her hands curling in his shirt. "Do we, now? How are we going to deal with it?"
She laughed deeply, her dimples exposed. “If it’s any consolation, it’s still really cute, dust or no.”
She paused in the hallway, turned to face him and used his tie to pull him down to her gently, kissing him deeply as her free hand came up to graze his face.