There's one tiny fraction of a split second where Wyatt comes perilously close to jabbing one finger each at those bulbous cheeks. His entire spine positively itches with the impulse to do just that, but before he can go from impulse to action Paul's talking, and his knuckles make contact, and instead he finds himself grinning ever so slightly.

Green hills know he doesn't keep tabs on this sort of thing, but it just feels good to see Paul following his lead-of-sorts.

If the stick figures aren't just silly, offensive doodles...then they'll deal with that in due course. No doubt about it.

"Yeah. We can do better than that any day." He holds out his arm like Ozians have done for their sweethearts since time immemorial. "Let's go, I don't know, shoe shopping or something. Find you something sexy, my treat."