"I don't know. I'm so happy to have you here, anything else seems like... I don't even know, superfluous?" She leaned into him, rummaging in the box and grinning at the folders and messenger bag. "I mean, it could be everyone our age is obsessed with romance? Which, it's great, but... Oo, I'm stealing your potions." Stop her, Priestly. She can get her own.