Hugs were good. Graham so infrequently found people who didn't just shy away from his frequent encroachments of personal space, let alone initiated their own.

When asked that question, a devilish grin flashed across Graham's face. "Directly? No. Indirectly? Yes."

With that, he darted off for the back door of the Observatory. If Zelda followed, by the time she gets there, she'd hear the familiar sound of the engine of Graham's motorcycle revving. Graham had taken it from winter storage and was ready to go.

"Engine maintenance is key in the winter! You have to keep its blood pumping or it might freeze solid and never thaw. If I let that happen, I could never forgive myself. And since today was clear, lets take her out and make her heart race!"