Mere unimportant details. Except where they concern a certain caution when cuddling so that Connor doesn't end up with guns pressing somewhere painful and unpleasant.

"Very nice," Annabelle agrees.

Alas, at that point they are interrupted by the sound of giggling children. A gaggle of young boys, from the sound of it. They're singing a piece of an old playground taunt. "K-I-S-S-I-N-G..."

They're a bit stymied by not knowing both their names, you see.