"Aye."

Susan raises her hand to cradle his cheek and gives him a gentle, lingering kiss, then pulls back and straightens. "Come on. Let's see to things. We've enough time to pack what thee might need as well, and brush the straw from yer hair."

There's a hint of mischief in her smile - small, but still there. "We don't need to give Kiseki any more ideas."