When Izzy heard Cerasus’ laugh alongside her own, she paused, a smile still on her face, and looked to him, her legs dangling over the side of the roof, and heels tapping against the bricks. It made him sound almost... human.
	Of all the ways she had thought the night would end, with the tenseness and awkwardness that had existed between them worked out in the bubbles of their laughter echoing through the night was not one of them. A pleasant surprise, indeed.
	By the time Cerasus decided to call it enough, Izzy was laying on her back, feet still hanging over the roof at the knees, and a hand draped over her midsection as she looked at the beauty of the stars and the wispy clouds floating lazily over them.
	She turned her head toward him with a grin, about to ask if he had ran out of things to say already, when he continued.
	She sat up and drew her feet back onto the rooftop, sitting with her legs crossed. Excitement buzzed through her at finally getting what she had worked for. She glanced toward the city, when the hunger that had grown gave her a reminder of its presence now that her laughter had quieted down. The mirth displayed on her face faded as she glanced down to her stomach.
	“Cerasus,” she began slowly, thinking about how to phrase her question as she looked to him. “It’s been about two weeks since I’ve eaten anything. And my stomach’s not appreciating that very much right now. Can we... Would normal food help?” she finished hopefully.