It was true. Celandine really did like her ice cream and thats when an image of her sausage concoction came back to him. Just as well they were near the kitchens, he may go for some before he put his plan into action.

Varius watched her as she cocked her head and seemed to go off in her own world trying to explain the concept of kissing. You were either good or bad apparently, and what if Varius was bad? He supposed practice made perfect.

He moved forward and placed his lips on Cela's, his eyes wide open. He wriggled his lips about for a moment before gasping for air. "How was that?" he asked genuinely, unphased by his actions. The kiss meant nothing to him, he was merely practicising as Cela had suggested... little did she know she had offered herself up as 'Mz practice dummy'.