Tara smiled wider, and shifted closer and kissed him again, a gentle hand on his shoulder to steady herself. "Because they are the totally the most important thing with this, yes, your steaks are fine." She grinned, and shook her head as she leaned back. "I'm so glad you're okay," she said the words softly, her fingers tightening on his from where their fingers did tangle together.

"And now, I guess it's just a race between you and all the other handsome, daring men who I've sewn back together. Watch out, mister, you'e got some competition." She is, of course, kidding - but that doesn't mean that she shouldn't kid. They're not talking about anything bad right now, and she doesn't really think there's anything that could bring her down, right now.