"Mmmmmmmmmm," was Dinah's non-verbal agreement, huskier than it had been when they were teens. Several semi-connected thoughts ping-ponged through her head; the one time they'd kissed during the pollen week, and how good that had been; the pillow thread from Priestly's mind continuing in hers to, and if we fall over, no bruises; that almost six years was a really long time not to do something she liked this much; and finally back to holy hell I'm kissing Priestly and it's really, really hot.

The babble kind of trailed off back to Mmmmmm after that.