She felt drunk on giddiness as she linked her arm with Jack’s and they strolled along the walkway. It had been a very nice kiss, sweet and sincere and not the least bit sloppy or gropey. She’d felt a moment’s self-consciousness when he’d put his hands on her hips. Unpleasant thoughts fueled by her sister’s teasing crept in and tried to ruin the joy of the moment. Did he feel how fat her butt was? How broad her hips? It was one thing to see, another to feel. We his fingers pressing into her softness as some sort of gauge? Was he measuring how much of the softness was her and how much her comfy sweater? Was the ratio ok? The thoughts died quickly though as he kissed her and kept at it. It was hard to hold onto such bitter old thoughts in the face of such sweetness. Though the doubts would creep back in, for the moment they were banished and Penny could just walk beside him and bask in the moment. 

They were heading back, but unspoken agreement and that was just fine. There was a wonderful, dreamy quality to the date that she wanted to preserve. But still, they took their time, taking an alternate route back towards her room in a meandering, path that gave her plenty of time to appreciate just how well their paces matched. 
Walking beside him in comfortable silence she recalled how they’d met. She grinned to remember his curious questions and his odd quest. She wondered if he’d been successful in his hunt for things other than molasses.

“Hey Jack,” she said breaking the silence and feeling bold enough to playfully bump him with her padded hip. “Did you find what you were looking for when you came to the kitchen? The pots and pans and stuff? Are we going to get our speakeasy?”