Many years later, when Zhenya looked back on that first almost-kiss with Gordy through her pensieve, she had smiled warmly and lovingly at the boy she now calls her husband. The way he went beetroot red the moment before he leaned over to try and kiss her, and the look of horror he wore when she backed away repulsed. He looked so cute as he stood up, trying not to cry, and ran away from her.

She laughed when her 7-year-old self stood up, stamping her foot and chasing after Gordy. She took Gordy there to see.