[ while he's bent over, she spends the first couple of seconds doing her own little private happy boogie, because maybe she's just really, really loving this whole actual-date-with-Stiles thing and she's got more energy than she knows what to do with, then the rest of it is spent admiring the view. which is obvious once he turns around and she's right there, leaning on the door of the carriage and looking a bit lost in lala land. ]
Oh. [ she hums, shakes her head like she has to pull herself out of it, then she grins, reaching up to take his hand ] Why thank you, kind sir. [ aaand pulling herself up into the carriage, yes. she's quick to sit down, all very proper, ankles crossed and her hands in her lap. mostly because she wants to make sure he has room to move around or whatever, get settled. then she'll curl right up with him. ]
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Oh. [ she hums, shakes her head like she has to pull herself out of it, then she grins, reaching up to take his hand ] Why thank you, kind sir. [ aaand pulling herself up into the carriage, yes. she's quick to sit down, all very proper, ankles crossed and her hands in her lap. mostly because she wants to make sure he has room to move around or whatever, get settled. then she'll curl right up with him. ]