With a final, small twirl, she touched down on the roof beside him. It was a light landing. Balanced and graceful. As if she'd been doing it her whole life. In another life, she might have been, too.

She gave him a little curtsy. "No," she said. "I...might have made a trade with the Chocolatier for a candy. I...I was expecting chocolate, not this."

Not that she was complaining. Not even a little bit.

Still, her smile was a little awkward. A little embarrassed.