"Lead the way, then, Gandalf. Well, maybe not Gandalf. You don't have the..." she says, miming a long beard, with a bit of laughter as the mental image takes hold. "That's probably a good thing. Okay, definitely not Gandalf. I'll think of a better one on the way."

Before he can turn away, and before the slight blush can subside, she gives him a kiss on the cheek again. "You're all right, Jack. You're...just right."