[ Fjord is a big soft idiot and Molly smiles up at him, finally feeling a little bit better about the whole thing. ]

A do-over some time. I like that idea.

[ The smile turns to a smirk as he wiggles a bit, taking his coat off under the blanket and tossing it over a chair. Next follows the doublet, and he gives Fjord an eye, trying to gauge how he'd take his usual dumb jokes.

Desperate to pull things back together between them. ]

I make no promises to you about not seeing my ass tonight, my pants are still drying.