She smiles a little, grateful he didn't try to finish an unnecessary wish, and presses her lips to his cheek. It may be a little soon for such a joke, too, but even the attempt is a good sign. If he's ready to form thoughts like that, he's making solid improvement. She'll happily take it.

"I've always thought as much," she agrees with a soft chuckle, continuing with his joke. "Though perhaps I'm biased with how little I've always gotten." If she's going to joke, she might as well joke about herself a bit.

Her expression warms a bit as she brushes her thumb across his cheek. "How do you feel about a little time in the rain? I can warm our cocoa when we get back in, if you like." A beat, and she adds softly, "I'm in no rush to do anything. If you want to stay here, just like this, until the sun comes up, then that's what we'll do." They can talk of nothing and everything for hours, and even in that stillness she struggles with, she'll be content because she's with him.