Selphie placed her hands flat across her knees, like she wasn't sure she what to do with herself. Her head was bowed, hair falling into her face as she stared hard at the floor. There had been points in that tower where Selphie thought she might never see Locke again, and the thought had been unbearable. Now that they were there, together, it just seemed...unreal somehow.

But it was genuine, it was really happening, and she looked up to see him handing her a spatula. It was easier to focus on the utensil, than on his face, or in his eyes, where she wanted to look the most. But she had been thinking so hard about that place that when he handed her the spatula, she wasn't really sure of what to do with it. Selphie took it in her hand, which was shaking slightly, just staring at it. Then she guessed she was probably supposed to clean it, so she stood suddenly to her feet, a little wobbly still.