Hana's waiting in the foyer when Wren pulls up, gently keeping her box of cookies warm with her powers. Weather and temperature control have never been her forte, but projecting warmth falls through the same channels as projecting emotion. Buoyed by a good mood, the translation is easy.

Waving, she slips out the door and hurries down the walkway to him. Curb service, she signs, smiling. Very thoughtful. Shifting her box, she leans up on tiptoes to kiss him, just because she can.