Ursula falls with him and when his laughter joins with hers, her heart skips. It's a sound she doesn't hear often enough. Robbed of sight, she manages to orient herself, finding his shoulder and then his chin. Balls are pushed aside and she rests her forehead against his, letting out a contented sigh. "You're not so bad yourself." Time's ticking, and crowns are getting further out of her reach, and there's a dim realization in the back of her mind that they should be moving. She slides a hand behind his neck instead. "Thank you. For going through all this absurdity with me."