As I turn to Derpy, I hear a light flapping -- she's taken off, hovering close, bringing her face to face with me. Before I can say anything, her Hooves gently cup my face, and her lips meet mine. For a surprisingly long time. At one point, I just reach out and hold her, cupping underneath her flank and supporting her back. I'm extra careful not to let her dress touch the chocolately stain on the front of my shirt, but I'd been right about the satin-like material, soft against the back of my hand as it drapes downward.