If anything could ever instill the value of life in someone, it was the experience of losing all joy in living. Perhaps it was more normal to feel haunted by the experience, but Kayla had taken it as a sign to stop taking things for granted. Not just the big, obvious, wonderful things, but even the tiniest of things. Even annoying things. Even sadness was so preferable to nothingness.

There was a cool breeze from the sea, so Kayla had decided to give in and wear the leather jacket she'd got a few days ago, paired with a House Stark tank top, and black jeans. She probably looked like she should be riding a motorcycle instead of a car, but it felt comfortable. And her.

"You're talking my language. Though I dunno who'd be taking advantage of whom." Kayla grinned broadly, stealing another kiss. "The Alexander Keith's brewery isn't far from here. We could start there."