Cherry’s face was very close to mine. So were her lips. Small. Soft. Pink. And just a little damp where she had licked them while tying the scarf beneath my chin. I wondered if humans only ever did the kiss ritual at weddings. I did not see how we could have another wedding so that I could repeat the experience. But maybe they also did the kiss thing at other important ceremonies, like funerals. I found myself rather foolishly hoping that someone might die soon so that I could find out. Maybe Zohro. No one would miss him. It would be worth it.