/Yes, I thought he could use his own again. I was going to make it a Christmas present, but this timing is better. Though now I'm stuck on what to do for Christmas./

[Ginia catches herself again, noting how he quickly switched hands. Hmm...] /I hope so. Our last dinner was quite nice. It was good having everyone together./

[There's a small laugh and a wave of her hand, Ginia blushing slightly.] /We're taking it slow. You... approve?/