"… Oh." Sunshine considers that for a few moments, a pensive little frown pout on her face. That's actually a solid plan. Points for Spike. "Good idea." Forgetting the no-touching rule, which doesn't seem to matter anymore, anyway (if her affinity is doing anything right now, she's pretty sure it's only applying to her), she reaches up to pet Spike's hair. "You're a good boyfriend," she says. She even manages to sound as if she's delivering an actual compliment and not just praising an obedient dog.