Carol doesn't think she'd mind a hearty combination of sex and laughing, really. At the least it would make a good story later on. Not that her mind is going there just yet, now she's just happy to be happy, however temporarily before reality hits home again.

She flips the cards back onto their shelf; if Daryl looks carefully, they've never been used. She doesn't know why she keeps them around. Then she lounges on the bed, head propped on her hand, leg stretching out to gently nudge Daryl's arm.

"Don't you look proud of yourself?"