[ These are such cute house boxes... Elizabeth hums, like she's thinking about it, but she really doesn't have to, really. ]

I always enjoy spending time with you, Silver. [ Always being most of the time—she can only thing of once or twice she was displeased with his company, and... and it wasn't because they were hanging out, or because of him as a person. It was just because of a difference in opinion.

An importance difference in opinion, but it's hardly a conversation to have in public. She smiles a little and adjusts her box, feeling a phantom soreness in her right arm. ] I've never thanked you for inviting me out to the arcade all those months ago, have I?