[Tempted as Gale may have been to draw things out even longer, there are other parts of being with Amelia that he's quite looking forward to— while he doesn't intend to make any sweeping declarations of love to embarrass her in the streets, the idea that they might hold hands or something equally innocent while out and about is perhaps more thrilling than it ought to be, given how carefully he's monitored his own behavior during previous outings.

He had pried himself away long enough to let her shower in peace, taking care of tidying up in the kitchen and picking up what few items they had left in the living room on his way through. After a quick shower of his own, he dresses in slacks and a sweater that are decidedly still rather professorial despite being on the more casual end of what he owns.

Even as Amelia announces herself, he's already on his way through the doorway into the living area, offering her a smile as he runs his fingers through his freshly dried hair and pulls the top half of it into a knot at the back of his head.]

I don't think I did too poorly for time, all things considered— ready and willing. Lead the way. You mentioned a craft fair?