Still choking back giggles, Quinn hopped up. She suddenly felt like she had more energy than she'd had in...in she didn't know how long, really. Like she was [i]supercharged.[/i] Whipping the braid back behind her, she walked—nearly [i]pranced[/i], even—over the the table, sitting down next to Dahlia and plopping her braid down into her sister's lap in turn. 

She felt like she was walking on sunshine, like everything was a billion miles away. Or, not everything, just all the bad. Not like the dreams where she felt all disconnected, but like the bad stuff was shunted to the back of her mind because there were too many good things filling the rest of it to the brim.

She tasted a bite of stew, winced a little as she burned her tongue—her hair flopped back down next to her—then blew on it a bit and slurped it up, even though it was still pretty hot for her sensitive mouth. She closed her eye rapturously. "[color=ffe63d]If I could only eat one thing for the rest of forever it would be this, Deelie. It's [i]so good![/i][/color]" As she spoke, she made sure to turn towards Dahlia, opening her eye and searching for an [i]opening.[/i]

Then, just as Dahlia swallowed and lowered the spoon back down into the bowl, Quinn lunged forward and caught her in a tight hug, squeezing her not [i]too[/i] hard—mindful that she did still have ribs that had just been reapplied—but hard enough to [i]really[/i] show that she cared. She only pulled back after...what, ten seconds? More? 

There was still a bit of a smile hanging on her face as she returned to her food, looking back at Dahlia as she did. "[color=ffe63d]That's one![/color]"