[She can’t help but laugh at that, because it’s probably true. But if she can get away with calling Hubert ‘Hubie’ then this is a piece of cake. There is no fear of goths in Dorothea’s heart. They’re a bunch of big softies underneath the gloominess and the casual threats.

Aaaanyway, to his credit, the smoothness does land! He’s got the spirit, at least. So it draws a warm smile from her and she reaches out for a light touch on his arm.]

I’d say the feeling is mutual. And you’re right, it’s as good of a foundation as any. Everything has to start somewhere, doesn’t it?