[In Anna's estimation, she's been hemming and hawing about this for weeks too long. Pussyfooting around it. Tiptoeing, in Lorna's case. She's gathered enough good advice, and feels confident enough that the two of them are feeling a similar way—especially after their talk with Dr. McGucket—that she's ready to move forward. She nods.]

Mmmhmm, I have.

[She ducks her head, letting the loose strands of her grass-and-leaf hair fall forward to hide her rapidly flushing cheeks.]

I really like you, Lorna. I think you already knew that, but—ever since the day I kissed you I can't stop thinking about doing it again.

[Hell, she had to keep herself from doing it again that very moment.]