The revelation of a fruit Théadan did not know drew Navia closer to him and she waited patiently for him to place it in her palm so she could study it. She did not recognize it either, but the combination of colors and distinct shape appealed to her. He did hand it over, but only after making a point of glancing at her rear in a way that had her chuckling. Navia held the fruit up to her eye level to study it, thinking it did certainly resemble a bottom. Dark eyes amused with how it had reminded him of her, she brought the fruit to her nose to sniff while Théadan went on to pull another object from the sack. It smelled sweet, she was tempted to take a bite right then, but she was soon distracted by the fact Théadan had purchased a new journal.<br/><br/>Had he finished the other one, she wondered? Had enough occurred in their lives that he had filled all the pages with their adventures? It felt like they had endured so much, writing out their experiences would fill multiple journals. He had chosen one she thought to be pretty though, and she instantly understood how it had reminded him of the snow leopard they’d seen together. Curious to see more, Navia set the fruit on the bed so she could flip through the blank pages of journal. There was something exciting about it, holding a journal she knew Théadan would fill with words of his experiences, of his feelings and thoughts, of their relationship. There was promise in those blank pages.<br/><br/>She was idly flipping through the pages with a tiny smile and thinking of how much she liked that he kept a journal when she almost missed what Théadan was saying about sharing his life and pastime with her. Gaze lifting, near-black eyes curiously searching his, a pleased smile began to form on her dark lips as her heart tugged from the sweetness of it. He wanted her to write with him, wanted her to help him fill the pages. She had enjoyed doing so in small increments in the past, be it sketching in the back of his current journal or writing for him when he could not. A joint effort between them could lead to something they would both cherish greatly. He could write about everything they did together; she could add sketches or her own thoughts. And as Théadan joked about it being found a century later, Navia had to think of how rare of a book it would be. But how indicative of them. She wanted to jump at the idea to write with him, and with him placing the tools they would use to do so atop the new journal, she knew her answer could be as simple as picking up a quill.<br/><br/>“<i>You know journals are supposed to be personal and secret</i>,” Navia quoted Théadan in the deeper Mes’Mo’Tanian accent she used to tease him, but her gaze was warm on his before she looked back down at the quills and journal with a bright smile, “Théadan, this is…Of course, I’m interested.” So much so that she moved forward to sit down in his lap so she could shift her hold on the journal and place a hand on the curve of his neck. Knees kept off to one side of his lap so she could rest the journal in her own lap, Navia guided him in for a warm kiss. “I’m more than interested,” she admitted with a brush of her lips against his, “I’m touched you would suggest this for us. I think it’s a wonderful idea.” And to show him as much, she had every intention of drawing him into a deep kiss to express her gratitude.<br/><br/>A knock at the door prevented her from doing so however, and Navia released a breath of a disappointed sigh after pulling back. “That’ll be the food,” she pointed out, stealing a quick peck of a kiss from Théadan before rising and placing the journal in his lap. She paused before heading to the door to pick up the turquoise quill and run the soft feather across his cheek, the softened, dreamy little smile on her lips widening to be more teasing in nature. “I want this one,” she declared before setting it down to hurry toward the door with a laugh in her voice, “It's pretty and it’ll always remind me of the time I was bit by a talking bird.”<br/><br/>The door was opened to find a bushy-haired middle-aged man whose gruff voice stated, “Got’cho meal here.” While she took the round platter off the man’s hands, he glanced first at Théadan before looking her over in a way that had Navia’s friendly expression shifting to a droll one as she voiced her thanks. After shutting the door and locking it so there was no chance of anyone interrupting their evening, Navia turned back to face the room. Her attention was more on curiously studying the food she had chosen for them, so she walked slow and headed more toward the balcony doors than Théadan. “I’m sorry I chose this without consulting you,” she admitted distractedly. The wooden platter was set up to have six different sections, each filled with food items from countries etched into the wood at the top of each section, so she had much to look at, “I just thought this would solve your problem of not knowing whether to try something new or having something familiar. Shall we go out onto the balcony?” She paused in her walking, dark eyes searching for his face to see if he agreed.