"Well, I've got nothing to compare it to, have I?" says Marianne, arching one dark eyebrow and glancing at him again, only this time with a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "But it was a pretty good kiss, so. There's that." She shakes her head. "Not important, really. I'm starting my PhD in the autumn, so I was just getting my metaphorical ducks in a row, you know?"