Vette was absolutely giggling up into that kiss, standing up on her toes as best as she was able to save him even the smallest bit of leaning, reaching a hand up to just kind of fondly run her fingers over one of his headfins.

"Mmmhm," she murmured, once she'd surfaced again for air. "Great idea, get some of that done now. There's a quota we need to hit, you know."

She'd just made it up. But it was important.