( She nudges him back, though height differences being what they are, it's a nudge to his arm and side. Falling into easier bantering as a decompression from the rest works for her now, because beating her head against an unmoving wall won't change things. )

Mm, white's fine, gold too. Or those rich shades of orange.

( The Beehive looms before them, and she nods to the entrance. )

Might as well see what we have to work with, no?