Pearl's lips part in anticipation for the kiss that doesn't come, and they remain parted still, trembling slightly with her breath. There's a sudden strange denseness to the air, too comfortable and slow to be tension, but it sets a weight in her abdomen and a tingling to her fingertips.

For a long moment, Pearl doesn't move at all, and the silent that hangs between them is palpable and inexplicably warm.

Until it's cut short by a loud, extended rumble coming from her stomach. Pearl flinches, freezes in place, and then sinks pitifully back into the sofa with a blush that reaches down all the way to her collarbone.

"I-I guess I am still a bit hungry," she murmurs with a feeble laugh.