( Mika will take front seat on this metaphorical bicycle ride, the cushion of Ginger's chest no less something that draws pink to his cheeks this time than it was the first, and so their start is a little shaky - but, thankfully, they don't crash. (Losing focus on your magic and crashing because you're too gay for your bfgf would be truly tragic and he'd never live it down so he has very strong motivation to succeed here,)

"Our" room. His smile curls a little wider at that as they pull up over the rooftops, so they can see the dazzling lights of the West. He doesn't need to go too high since the market's not all that far - but he does, because he'd rather their ride be just the two of them, and he'd rather linger on their descend, having to circle slow before they have to merge with the world again. )

You've always been good-looking. ( Brief memories of Ginger impatient and hanging over him in the inn... anyway, ) So, yeah, you are. Always have been.

( Like this, and like that. Maybe it's weird to use "gorgeous" for a guy, and he was certainly self-conscious about using the word before - but more at ease now, he's committing to it. He can say it because it's true!!!!! )

We could get some of those things we talked about that one time. Something in amber?

( Mika's suggestion then was honey, but... whatever Ginger likes, really. )