Her amusement and joy bubble out of her and into him, silvery clouds turning a warm, golden yellow that dances into him. He can't help but laugh, too, caught up in it, soaring on it. By choice. He can choose to ease off of it, now, but he doesn't. He just rides it with her, laughing partly because of her remark, but partly because of her laughter.

As it fades down inside him, he turns to face her and props his head on his hand. Before he can say anything, though, he catches the feelings of someone nearby — unfamiliar, but warm and amused and, strangely enough, fond. He glances over at them. It's an older woman, walking with her dog. Caleb blushes as he realizes she feels this way because she thinks he and Rosie are together.