[ He'd gone back to start on his new drink after calling her a dork, thankfully having just finished and setting it back down when she bumps into his shoulder, because that would have been fun. She starts talking, he looks at her, smiling a little, because yeah, exactly, warm, happy, fuzzy things. He watches her contemplate - because they're both not sober and watching not sober people contemplate things is funny even to other not sober people, and is therefore quite surprised when she kisses him. ]
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Did you just call me warm and fuzzy?