He presses into the kiss, the fire picking up in the fireplace, smiling into it. It's been a long time since something' -- besides music, anyway -- felt easy. No, not easy. Natural. Like he's not fighting against something. He can feel Hana's content glowing off her and it's just -- good and he wants to keep it.

There's something in him that wants to question that, but it's chased away pretty well.

He blinks slowly at her touch, tilting his head a little against her hand with a curious smile and spreading his hand out against her back where he has his arm wrapped around her. Me too.

Wren laughs as she assaults him with a cookie, then actually chews. "Mmm!" He blinks at the flaky buttery pastry, and the warm familiar safe feeling that comes with it and completely dispels any concern about snow or what it is that they're doing. These are amazing he signs at her, mouth full and eyes wide.

He tugs her to him and grabs the cookies to split between them, pulling them both onto the couch. Tell me something I don't know about you.