Dravin froze.
He couldn't remember how to kiss. His eyes were still wide open, fixed on the delicate, smooth paleness of Freya's skin.
Her lashes brushed his cheekbone. He should close his eyes too, right?
No!
This wasn't a kiss. Freya had only... gently placed her lips against his.
He could only stand stiffly, holding his breath. Five seconds, seven—it stretched into an eternity.
Then she pulled back, opened her eyes, and smiled.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice the softest Dravin had ever heard it.
Dravin gulped and blinked. He couldn't answer, the timer on the translucent screen showed barely a minute remaining.
"Rubby, can I chew the gum now to prolong the bubble?" he asked, his voice strained.
[You can chew it, Chef, but for blowing the bubble, you need to wait until the previous one bursts.]
"Frey—"
"You can go back first. I'll finish this demon here."
With that, Freya instantly yanked the net she now held, leaping to stand firmly on top of it.