She looked up at him earnestly, resting her head on his shoulder. “I think he would like it;” she said.
She laughed deeply, leaning over and planting a line of soft kisses along his neck. “My hands are tied, Warner.”
Her hands joined his, picking up the spilled Cheerios with nimble fingers. Her free hand took his, her fingers lacing in his, and she kissed the back of his hand absentmindedly.
She didn't seem to notice at first, focusing on her task of picking up the Cheerios. Her graceful neck bent slightly as she leaned over her task, her pink lips pursed in thought as she worked. Her white hair fell in front of her face, and she blew it out of the way with the corner of her mouth before she looked over at him. "What?"
