"Fourteen?" she asks, laughing against his shoulder. If she never had to move from this place, she thinks she might be perfectly okay with that. Her eyelids feel heavy, but she's not at that point where she's exhausted and grumpy and just wants to sleep, she's just comfortable and relaxed and really content. "Really, that's what we're going for? I mean, just jumping straight off the scale to fourteen?" She pauses, pretending she's considering it for a moment, then sighs heavily, a rush of air against his skin.

"Yeah, okay, fourteen is probably pretty close to what I'd land on." She laughs again, her eyes closed, resting against him. "Y'know, this is as bad as the points chart. We're apparently just shit at actually staying on any sort of scale or chart, even the ones we've completely made up on our own."