The final confirmation came with a great, firm, silent nod, as it was her plan to draw as little attention as she could to her face until she was positive that ...

... That what? What did she have to be embarrassed about? Nothing. That was what. It wasn't like he had actually ... or that she'd ...

Face hardening into an uncharacteristically cryptic frown, Aqua hastily leveled her sights from the nondescript patch of grass to the lunch box instead. Which ... had apparently fallen victim to a bit of panicked gripping.

"... Made chicken salad."

No mention of the Pine Cone Incident.