She wobbled on the fence post, her arms stretched out like a bird as she tried to find her footing. His mouth was turned up slightly, the tip of a smile touching his eyes as he watched her.

"You know, you have a great idiolect," she said, looking at her feet as she tried to get both firmly on the post.

He arched an eyebrow, his smile breaking open. "A what?"

"Idiolect." She tipped sideways, spun her arms, and bobbed back into place. "An individual's particular pattern of speech."

She found her balance, and, holding her arms up, smiled triumphantly.

He chuckled. "So in simpler language, you like the way I talk." He crossed over to her so she was looking down at him.

"Exactly. The prime example being what you just said."

"What did I just say?" He put his hands on her waist and she steadied herself against his shoulders.

"In simpler language." Her hair slipped from behind her ear, brushing the side of his face. "You could have just said 'in other words', but instead you said 'in simpler language'. It's an unconscious decision, but it means so many things. It's about the way you think. I like the way you think, and I like the way you tell me what you think, so I like the way you talk."

He shifted closer to her. "I like the way you talk." He cringed.

She made a face. "Ooh. That was bad."

He looked back up at her, grimacing. "Yeah, I know. Kiss me anyway?" He grinned hopefully, and she laughed.

"Of course."

She leaned down and gave him a peck. Then she hopped off the fence post.

"Can I have another?" His smile was lopsided.

She shook her head. "Much like words, kisses cannot be usual or they lose their flavor. Like your idiolect, they have to be casually unusual. That's what makes them delightful."

He rolled his eyes as he took her hand. "Whatever you say."