"If it's ... if it's yours you don't have to," Rikku said softly. "I, uh, you're the first person I ... I mean, I kinda said we'd had a nice morning or whatever, but ... yeah. It seems weird to say out loud, like, it's different, you can't find the words right. Even the page in the letter, it's ... Here Is Something People Do, not ... he breathed and I breathed and it was magic."

She smiled again, eyes dancing. "Are, uh, are we talking really, really dark, like a brownish, or ....... ?"