"And there's that hopeful optimism I adore," Liliana said with a chuckle that better belonged in that cold and lonely bed he was thinking of so fondly, rather than a child's birthday party. "Though I suppose on a scale, it does look like he only drove three trucks of decor into the house, not four, so..." A graceful shrug and then she stepped closer, brushing against him to murmur, "It makes me long for the comfort of our home most acutely."

With another, slightly harsher, glide of her nails.