She watched, confused, as he took off the chain he wore around his neck and, when the miniaturized spark plug was dangling from his neck, she both felt horrified and pleased at once, not sure which should be the proper response until his words. And then a grin spread broadly across her face as she leaned across the tiny round table and touched the tiny spark plug.

"A symbol of the spark between us, then," she said, the cheesiness only acceptable given the many cupids, fluttering hearts and other such cheesy comments being uttered by other lovesick couples.

Pressing a soft kiss to his lips, she met his eyes, a twinkle sparkling in her own. "You know, when I first talked to you that day in the courtyard, I wondered just what it might be like to kiss you. You have very kissable lips."