[Sunday watches Aether and his expression softens somewhat. He leans in and gently puts a finger under Aether's chin.]

Much better than... only good.

[With that, Sunday leans back and takes his hand back and then nods quietly. He'll continue to enjoy the cake and stories.]

After we're done here, I still wanted to show you what Golden Hour looks at this time of year. Would you still care to go?

[So, that winter date...]