"The - you -"

Her eyes are wide and she's struck strangely silent for a few still moments.

(Enjoy it while it lasts, Tristran.)

And then there's a swift armful, lapful of star - with her lips pressed rather firmly to his, even as they make a somewhat awkward tumble backward - followed by what are very likely mumbled apologies ("Oh - sorry, sorry.") somewhere in there, and her fingers pressing lightly over his shoulder for a moment before they're long and pale and curved up along his jaw.

A laugh, relieved and breathless and pleased, "Home then?"