[Her breath hitches slightly when she feels the brush of fabric against her thigh, bordering on more sensitive regions... but it seems as though it was involuntary, as if she had been tickled.]

Mm... it's a shame. This is good fruit... but I'm not sure how else to get it off, other than to wipe it up. Do you?

[Yeah, what about you, Darin? Is your imagination still working despite the inebriation?]

At least we have the rest of the fruit to split... [And then a giggle.] ... look! I'm already splitting it with you!