[She just hums, giggling a little and smiling with each of the mental images that Keith brings up. Her eyes are on the ground (to focus extra hard on walking, one step at a time) but lifts them with the last point.]

You should say things like that out loud. It makes me happy to hear it and oh no-

[That’s all the warning he gets before she starts listing heavily to the side, leaning hard onto his arm. She has enough sense to keep her other arm high, keeping the basket from spilling, but boy she’s walking like a drunkard right now.]

Stars, I think that’s enough walking for me. [She laughs,] My legs feel like a flanfruit jelly, Keith.