Instead of using words to reply, she just kissed him again, harder. Fizzing Whizbees were probably one of her favorite candies; of course tasting like them was a good thing. The boat creaked a little with every move they made, but he seemed to be right about it being secure. They sounded more like movement creaks than 'about to fall off the ceiling' creaks, at any rate. She relaxed a little with that thought.