[And there they both go-- Estelle is beaming at him, still blushing, but the air around them both is sparkling just a little bit with her happiness. She giggles when the roses pop up, twining the fingers of one of her now free hands with one of his. Those roses might be sparkling too, matter of fact.

She regretted not realizing his feelings sooner, realizing her own sooner-- thinking of how it'd probably hurt him. But at the same time, it warmed her heart to know he loved her so much, too.]

I think we'll just know when it's the right time, you know? Or.... mood, or whatever.

[Something like that, anyway. His contentment is mirrored on her own face, because not only hearing from his lips how he felt-- but hearing how considerate he was being of her, made her happy.] And when that happens, we both know what we want.