Kaidy takes a deep, calming breath, firmly irons out (nearly all) the rest of her laughter, and grins up at him.

"Good," she says firmly, and then (because even for someone as spectacularly self-absorbed as Kaidy can be, he's not difficult to read, and the nervousness is broadcasting loud and clear) she leans up and kisses him again, slow and (for her) gentle, and slides her fingers up his jawline and into his hair.