She laughs as he kisses her, all enthusiasm, and then realizes his hands, his lips are warm, the kiss both familiar and somehow entirely new, and she pulls back in instinctive caution.

Noah's already explaining, plucking at his clothes. "They brought you back to life?" she asks tentatively, and reaches to poke her fingers into his tummy, as though that will prove anything. He's not just more solid, not just solid-looking, he's flushed: out of breath and happy and absolutely the embodiment of the exuberant teenager she's friends with, and she wonders how they managed to ever trick themselves that Noah wasn't a ghost.

"Cake sounds really good," she muses after a stunned moment and gives him a little smile. "How long has it been since you had cake?"