One actually could, and you'd think that the week preceding it might have bolstered the receiving party against almost instantly feeling a flood of red over that little overdramatic brush of fingers against her wrist like that, but you would be terribly wrong.

And were she anyone else, Amaya might have snagged up a rather easy and boisterous, obvious response that leaned into the eating of it all, but she wasn't, so there was a slightly awkward grin instead.

"Yeah, well," she said, "it's the least I could do, and I'd only hope you'd do the same for me and all..."