This might be a bit much. Beneath the haze of stubborn fondness, she's aware of that. He's been through so much recently, and he's not used to kindness. Her instinct is to just pile it on, because he deserves it, and who knows how many years' worth of repeated histories they're making up for, but it's bound to be overwhelming.

Oh, well. She's tipsy; he'll just have to cope.

"You are very welcome." Using his shoulder as leverage, she hoists herself up to press a kiss to his forehead, then sinks back down onto the couch cushions. "You're all right," she adds firmly, more like a promise than a question.

Right. This is good. Even though Oswald's been gone for days, it feels like the Balladeer is finally, fully returned. "You should eat that," she says with a nod towards the muffin. "And we should find something nice to watch while we sober up." She brightens. "And I should text Iman! I have to ask her something. 'S very important." She untangles herself from the Balladeer, but doesn't really move away, instead shifting to lean companionably against him while she rummages for her phone.