"I didn't think I'd ever date," Elsa admits. Checking again that the kettle's on, she starts rummaging through their tea collection. At this hour, she probably shouldn't have anything that's going to keep her up. Though she's positively humming with energy, she's exhausted, too, and she needs her rest. She's not sure how she'll ever achieve it, though, with memories of the walk home in her head. "Or court anyone. Or be courted, I guess, by anyone interesting."