He leans out the window and hands off the bushel of summer squash. Genesis sets it aside, seizes him by the shoulders and playfully drags him down to face level, stealing a kiss. Sanctuary lets out a small grunt of surprise and braces himself against the windowsill before melting into her. She pulls away, cradling his face and smiling. “Thank you,” she says.

“Some thanks for a bushel of squash,” Sanctuary says breathlessly. 

Genesis laughs, “You should see what I’ll do for corn – uhhh–” She recoils in alarm when she suddenly notices the filthy stranger looming over Sanctuary’s shoulder. Sanctuary looks mortified to see Goma standing there.