She and Spike had seen each other a few times in the last few years, but only a few. Fleeting chats at diplomatic functions, when they couldn't put their roles down no matter how much they wanted to. She'd been stuck at home so often, him away from home so often, and letters weren't quite the same. Things were finally, finally settling down some, and now she was standing in grass instead of on volcanic stone, having carved out a few days just for her and her first ever friend.