"Oh I am not missing crabs and good company for anything." Gioia covered her mouth and laughed when Giles managed to find the bundle again. "This... you know, this is turning into one of the oddest trips I have ever had. Really."

"What, th' faeries and hobs an' grand traitors didn't tip the scales, but an impromptu seafood dinner managed it?" Giles dropped the bag in the sand and hugged her hard once more, pressing his forehead to hers. He was grinning delightedly.

"No, the synchronized frog-choir and the jumping fishies did. And here I thought the ass-leaches were odd." She fondly patted Giles ass a bit, with a little grin.

"Ah, yeah, there was that," Giles laughed. "My ass is all yours tonight. I hope you'll make the best of it," he teased, and kissed her nose.

"Do you think the frogs are going to interrupt us?" Gioia giggled a bit, brushing off her skirts, suddenly a bit self-conscious. "Because I plan to. If you don't mind sand and open air and the fact that I'm just a tiny bit worse for wear."

"Don't tell me Bonet wore you out," Giles laughed, though his expression softened after a moment and he promised her quietly:. "I won't mind anything, so long as you stay with me. He kissed her again, reaching for her hands.

"No, just not the youngest of rosebuds you know? And he's been on long patrol, remember? By now I am pretty desperate..." She grinned a bit, watching him. "Crabs first or second?" She seemd quite amendable to either...

Giles pulled her close and ran his hands down her sides, still somewhat astonished that she was really there and this was really happening. Suddenly seized with the fear that this might be yet another dream, he gave himself a quick pinch, then smiled. "Given the choice, I wouldn't wait another minute," he confessed, drawing her close.

"Lucky crabs then..." Gioia smiled into his lips, then deepened the kiss, forgetting all about crabs and food for the moment.

*fades to black for realz*