Nova Peak Self-made confession

Kieran laughed, really laughed out loud, at her words. She looked up at him and smiled, hesitating only for a second, before laughing with him. It was true; he was calling himself an idiot, a fool. She grinned. "Aye, you were calling yourself a fool. Glad you don't deny it."

"Well gran' so den. Yer jist made me de' appiest paddy." And just like that, it seemed they were moving forward. Were they courting? Mates? The ideas butterflied in her stomach, fluttering inside her, as she tried to figure it out. After a moment, she gave up. "I'm happy that you're happy. But, um...what does that make us now?" Friends, always. But she wasn't sure where they stood now. Moving forward, but where did they sit now?