"And just think," Sidon pointed out, the brightness of his grin giving that sun a good run for its money, "this is only breakfast! Speaking of which..."

And for a moment, he realized that there had been far too much walking and talking and showing off beautiful vista, and not nearly enough keeping up with the mysterious kiss quota, so he paused just enough to sweep in and catch up on it just slightly before continuing.

"...how hungry would you say you are? So that I can have a good idea of exactly how much to catch, and I shall pursue our repast without further ado."

Because those waves were calling his name, and, as much as he absolutely adored you, Vette, he could not ignore them much longer, and it was now he who couldn't help bouncing a little in his anticipation.