"I fear it is too late." Adelaide murmurs with all due seriousness, gaze in the middle distance as she does, in fact, imagine attempting an intimate interlude with someone and their interruption by cows lowing. "...It would not be the strangest thing to kill the mood."

Mages. They run into interesting situations.

The conversation, at least, cant be abandoned in favor of cooing over Remi, who twists around on his back to bat at Ruby's hair where it falls around her hands.