She laughs, playfully squirming under his hands--all play, the lust in her is quite sated now. "We'll see how fast I come up with ideas. And how impatient I get. But right now, I'm aiming for August."

She keeps her word, especially with him, so she doesn't make any hard promises about timing. It's good to have a goal; it's also good to acknowledge how impulsive she is.

"Y'know I haven't had this much fun on New Year's." Not in years; not that she can ever remember. It's not the first one she's spent sober, but it's the only one she's spent sober and clear-eyed and so thoroughly excited about.