Alright then. [ There's a fleeting trace of laughter within his voice as she commits to a genuine promise to him. He doesn't even know why he's so insistent on it. It all started from a little joke about pinky promises when she linked his with hers. And yet...it's all stuck in his head in the first place. Truth be told, Ragna didn't have any promises to make back home. Any promises he could have had died along with his old self in those flames. ] I couldn't stop you even if I wanted to.

[ And he doesn't. Not when Weiss' little smile in silent agreement has his own heart swelling. She really was so relaxing to be around. Therapeutic, even. Not since he was still a boy and under the protection of the Sister did he feel this level of peace. With her chin resting on the side of his shoulder, his hand on the other side moves over to tenderly rest against the back of her head for support. They could be stargazing right now...and they will. But he's more keen on living in the warmth that the former heiress brings him instead. Her promise to make a bowl of tentama udon that's better than anything he could ever conjure up nets her a hum of approval. ]

Helluva lofty goal, Weiss.

But...if anyone can do it, leave it to the overachiever.

[ "Wait for it, okay?" ]

Yeah... [ A tilt her way to leave a kiss on the side of her head. ] As long as it takes.