Back home the fish wouldn't last, so once again Daryl finds himself eminently grateful for the modern miracle of refrigeration. When she comes back he risks leaning in for a quick kiss; it's hardly the most private thing they've done or the most public place they've done it, he might not even mind except that if anyone sees they're likely to want to talk and he's got other things on his mind right now.

Like taking her hand and giving it an eager tug. Up the stairs, into a room-- hers is closer and this time he's not the least bit worried about providing an exit strategy-- where he can pull her to him and kiss her in earnest.