Yay, hugs! She scoops him up; it is irresistible.

Scoopful hugs! He's very scoopable, it's true. Mmm. Cuddlesome.

"You fell asleep before I could inform you - in a complete sentence, anyway - that this morning was lovely," she says in mock reprimand, snuggling him.

"This morning was very lovely," Miles agrees. "Possibly the loveliest of all mornings."

"Future mornings do not appear on the scale," he informs her, grinning, "because they haven't happened yet and are therefore difficult to rate."

Snugglesnug.

- Ivan is there.

Miles sits with him, naturally. He's still feeling rather unduly buoyant, and is not especially concerned about possible teasing.

"Sleep well?" asks Ivan chirpily.

"Yes, thank you," says Miles sunnily.

"Pleasant dreams? Very restful?"

Miles starts laughing.

So does Ivan.

...Yep, now he's giggling helplessly.

That's not going to get Ivan to stop!

"How—" he manages between giggles, "how obvious was it? I mean, I was asleep at the time... all Linya said was she ran into you at lunch and said I was sleeping and you started laughing."

"That's - basically it," snickers Ivan. "But, uh, she was smiling. And I've had a little practice figuring out how to read her face like it is a face and not an idol made of solid gold or something, so - yeah. Good for you, coz."

Miles beams.

Ivan starts chuckling again.

Well, that's just going to set Miles off.

Whoops!