The first time he'd confessed his love for her, he'd had a gremlin-induced concussion. He could hardly blame her for asking.

But kissing was much better than banter, at least in this instance. Emma was also rather sure it made a much more emphatic 'yes.'

"You're insane," she managed once they finally had to break for air. "I need to think about the how? And when? But--" Another kiss, in place of a verbal 'yes.'

"We should go inside. Now."