Yeah. Kinda am. ( But her tone plays off Adelaide's. Whatever fond things Adelaide isn't saying? It's easier for her to claim with false cockiness when they aren't given the actual words intended them, to make this a joke than to accept the reality. Still, Adelaide has her hand, and she kisses it, and now it's Ruby who has a flush crawling over her skin. Pink cheeks, and her gaze drops, no longer so absurd, trying to do half-hearted battle with a bright smile. )

You know, I could tell people you like bad puns. I could even tell them that you make bad joke, sometimes.

( A slow kiss to Adelaide's temple, contact that lingers. Quietly, ) Is it okay if I call you Del, sometimes? I kind of like it.