"Oh, sad ears," Hild cooed, though she knew sad was not the word she wanted. She tilted her head up to kiss Derek's ear, then settled her head back against his shoulder.

"Mm, keys." It took her a moment, a blink, and she reached for the purse at her waist. It was on the small side, but still managed to hold her phone, her keys, some money and her ID. No longer did she carry her essentials from home, her shears and thimble and needles. She dug out her keys with a little difficulty, her tongue poking out from the side of her mouth as she struggled.

"Ah! Keys!"