At a bar beyond the end of the universe, a young blond man sits sipping a bluish drink and watching stars explode through the window.
Well, that's rather cute, actually.
She leans into him and closes her eyes. Snuggling: is pleasant, even if it's kind of alien.
"Mm. Sounds good."
She's not precisely sure what to do, which is a bit of an exercise in anxiety, but she strongly suspects snuggling is not supposed to come with specific tasks to add to her to-do list.
... Granted, she is going to get bored very quickly like this, but it's nice not having to do things. For a little while.
"I wonder if Bar has brochures on sights to see in Milliways," she muses, out loud.
"Not really, no. I imagine if she gets bored she'll be perfectly capable of solving the problem without my help."
"Though, I am easily bored, so if you perhaps have a conversation topic or something that would lengthen this time we have considerably," she says, lightly.