She holds up a finger and produces some chapstick, then smacks her lips loudly, before: "Okay, I'm ready. Gimme some sugar, sugar." She leans over the edge of the booth with a boot up behind her.
On some level, this is the kiss that has had him stressing out the most, because it's Mav and what if their friendship just collapses because it's terrible? Having pre-applied chapstick, he gets up from the stool, hesitates half a second, then leans in. Hand briefly to the back of Mav's head for support, and the kiss is quick and soft.
"If that gave you any sort of butterflies, you shoot that shit down, alright?" She grins and kisses his cheek after. "My one and only love is my drill."
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