"It would also be gross," Angela says with both a smile and a grimace that has her looking like someone put their hand on the top of her head and their other hand on her chin and pushed them in together. She's enjoying this little show of intimacy, a phase they quickly fell into once they admitted they had more than just a friendly interest in each other. Him being a fairy doesn't bother her, at least the little she knows; Angela's dated all sorts of people from circus clowns to stockbrokers. She just can't do traditional.

"Nope. I'm good." She turns slightly to pick up an opaque food storage container from a nearby table, tucking it underneath an arm. "Now are you ready to go?"