Lucy laughed, nearly shrieked, at the surprise of being lifted in the air, clutching his shoulder more tightly like it would stop her from falling. She was nearly breathless when he kissed her again, but not enough to stop her from kissing back gently, then leaned her head against the curve of his neck. "You should draw something," she suggested, practically speaking into his skin from where she'd positioned herself. "To...I don't know, christen the place, or whatever."