[This side of Jill is so...warm. Light. A comfort when so much can be dark and dreary, even in a world without Ultima's pall and threat. This playfulness is foreign to both of them, but not unwelcome, never unwelcome, and Clive feels a smile rest comfortably upon his lips as he pulls away just enough to properly look at her.]

It's kept my hide untanned these last few years.

[He lifts a hand to brush the backs of his fingers along her cheek.]

I wouldn't be where I am without you.

[And then, because her beauty draws him in like a moth to flame, he kisses her once again, his lips lingering for a few moments longer.

But then he pulls away with no little disappointment and glances out over the ocean, the waves gently lapping over the sands so near to their feet.]

I'm reminded of the time we went to Northreach to pick up some ingredients for Mid.

[When weren't they picking up some ingredients for Mid, though?]

We had that impromptu picnic beside the lake. My apologies, I didn't think to bring the ham today.