It's a little embarrassing that Dave hasn't noticed Feferi walk in. It's even more embarrassing that he's been sitting her so long and hasn't found her yet. He doesn't wait much longer before he pulls himself up to his feet, moving himself along so he can try to hop down and search the grounds for his friends. He doesn't quite make it down to the edge of the roof. Hell, he barely makes it to the middle before the sad, brittle thatching gives out under his weight.

The only sound he manages to make is something that sounds like a Muppet version of Will Ferrell being shot into space as he falls in a flurry of shitty roofing material and fabric. He doesn't see where he's falling, but it feels like he fell on someone. At least he didn't hit his head, but he probably K.O'd the person under him. He lets out a long suffering groan, dragging his hand down his face before he gains the sense to identify the face of the person whose lap he happens to be warming with his ass.

Oh god.

"Hey babe." Act casual, she'll think you did this on purpose. "'Sup? How was the Cornucopia? You know, you are looking fine as hell right now. Damn, they really dressed you to the nines. Not that you aren't. Always beautiful. But now in particular it's like, damn." He shakes his head, chuckling like this is a casual and hilarious conversation. "You know, you haven't kissed me in well over an hour so I think you should probably do that and not mention this. All of this." Nailed it.