[She laughs a little at that--not at his words, not at him, but in simple delight.]

You have such a lovely way of speaking, Midnight. [Like poetry, like warmth, like the stars.

She passes over the shot glass full of lime juice, putting aside the juiced halves of the lime carefully and just as carefully holding out her now sticky hands as she shuffles to the sink.]

But planning on making a happy new world... that's really ambitious.