[Well in some ways, he does say things like this to her occasionally. She doesn't get tired of hearing them and to say it in that particular way just makes her fizzle up with feelings. She giggles when he picks her up off her feet, legs bending to swing a bit.]

Thank you. For lettin' me be the exceptions.

[She's still under the impression that he's got a choice in the matter.]

[Is it better to think he's got a choice or better to realise he sort of didn't even have a chance? It seems like there might be reassurance in one direction but an altogether different sort of doubt in the other.

Regardless, this is one of his favourite sorts of hugs, even if he does have to put her back down eventually.] Wouldn't have it another way. Always need a few anyway; I like them all being Rose-shaped.

[Both seem to come with their own sort of assurance and doubt. Flattering if out of every person in the entire Universe, he chose her. Doubting because choices can be unmade. Reassuring if he had no chance because he's less like to change his mind. Doubtful because...well it could be said he was more or less 'forced' into it. She's better off just not over analysing anything and accepting it for what it is.

It's the very best of the hugs and she hangs on tightly for a moment after he puts her down.] Funny that is. I like 'em all bein' Rose-shaped too.

[Yeah, both of those paths and all those outcomes seem fairly balanced. Honestly he wouldn't know how further to convince her of one or the other even if he were aware it was a thing that might need doing.

After they let go, he continues pulling little bricks and crafted-shapes out of his pockets and letting them fall into a pile, dropping to his knees after a few moments since they'll probably be sitting for most of the building anyway.] Quite fortunate, really. Works out well for the both of us.

[She sits down cross legged and starts pulling the little plastic bricks out of her bag then adding them to the balcony they're attempting to make.]

Really does. You know what your exceptions are likely to be and I get all the puffed upness of knowing it's me.

[That gets a bit of a laugh as he builds up to match the bottom of the chunk he pulled off and then sticks that on as it is.] Puffed upness. Good. I like causing puffed upness in other people. Good to share the bloating around a bit.

[Well saying it like that makes her giggle.]

Just makin' sure you can still get through doors that aren't bigger on the inside.

[Good, that was the intention.]

Pft. And lose this figure?

[She does that little sexy grin.] S'good figure to maintain. [And she winks at him.]

Thank you very much. Special made. So long as all the doors stay taller than they are wide, I don't think we'll have much of a problem. All the running helps a bit I think. Even if there isn't quite as much of it to do here.

Wouldn't want to duck goin' through doors? Guess I ought to take muckin' 'bout with them off my list for today then. [She's snickering because the idea of him ducking into little doors is amusing to her.]

Have you seen how often I run through doors? I'd constantly have a welt on my head.

[She does that giggle snort thing]

Alright, definitely leavin' the doors alone. Don't want you havin' a welt or knockin' yourself out.

The present shape of my skull appreciates it. And any future concussions. [Ponder.] You'd have to almost be trying to hurt yourself to actually knock yourself out on a doorframe...

Or runnin' really fast and not notice how low the doorframe is? [She's working on the floor of the balcony now.]

Hard to get up to that sort of speed inside a flat. Got to change direction too often. [He's sort of having a hard time just making walls and floors and all that flat stuff so he's putting patterns in to amuse himself.]

Maybe a really long hallway? [She's pretty content to just lay out the legos to make the balcony, edging closer to the edge of it every time and just sort of betting on 'it's a curse, it'll hold'.]

Either way, probably ought not to try it Your head's shaped nicely the way it is.

Really long hallway, rrreally good traction. Or rocket boots. Those are really hard to fly though; hard to lead with your head when it's the feet doing the driving. [Yeah, he's been watching for any sort of structural issues, but is having a decent amount of faith in the curse-holding aspect as well.]

Enthusiastically agreed. And thank you. I've grown quite used to it being in this shape now.

Rocket boots? [She looks over her shoulder at him.] Never catch you then. I'd have to get my own rocket boots.

[And that'd be a disaster]

Oh, you'd catch me when I flew into the doorway and knocked myself out. You need to be outside for rocket boots. Preferably near a field. Or the ocean, that would be better.

[She claps her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing at the image.] M'sorry just the whole image is...you ever watch the Wylie E Coyote cartoons with the road runner? Best stay 'way from rocket boots.

What's that? A wily coyote and a roadrunner is a ridiculous pair. Although agreed about the boots.

Well just with the way he's always usin' things like anvils and rockets and the like, then endin' up hurtin' himself. Runnin' into a door frame with rocket boots is somethin' he'd do.

[She's got a bulk of the balcony floor laid now and is out there on it now, finishing up the edge of it and starting the rail.]

Likely to take out the frame entirely. Good chunk of the wall as well. I don't think it's worth going that fast inside. Bikes are better. Or big robots.

[He's still working on the flooring a bit. Owing to distraction, although that chunk thing he put on earlier was railing. Sort of going out and up at the same time.]