Angua felt a little warm herself, and nothing to do with the temperature. She wouldn't admit it out loud, but she loved big romantic gestures. She felt loved, special. No one had ever bothered before.*

She smiled across the table at Dean, but her expression faltered when she noticed how wide-eyed and flushed he looked. "Are you okay? You look a bit...nauseous."


* Carrot's trips to the bread museum could not possibly count, much as his heart was in the right place. Fossilized bread, really now.