Dina shifts restlessly beside you, her hips bump into yours, then, it’s an elbow to your ribs, you sigh, long and low, and mutter a “What?”

She turns toward you slowly, like she’d been waiting for you to ask. Propping herself up on one elbow, she peers at you with that innocent, mischievous grin.

“Nothing important." She says in a soft voice. “Just... thinking. About little things. Silly stuff.”

You’ve heard that tone before. When Dina calls something “silly,” it usually means it’s been running circles in her mind for hours.

“I was thinking about the kiss.” You sigh again. Of course it’s that. “Yeah. That kiss, I don’t know, it’s just been stuck in my head.”

You roll your eyes and turn your back on her, but no, you’re not getting away that easily. Dina forcefully turns you around, smiling at you with a mix of innocence and mischief as she props herself up on one elbow.

“I just had one question.” She starts softly, barely able to keep a straight face. “If you had to rate the kiss... like, on a scale from one to ten…”

She smiles at you, looking at you with a certain seriousness that makes you sigh. You know your answer will determine whether you sleep inside the tent or not.