Blue looked good on her lips, he mused, as Shego stole bites of the cotton candy she hadn't wanted. She hadn't wanted to come to the carnival at all, but he'd seen the way she'd smiled on all the rides he'd goaded her onto.

He pulled her close, biting back a comment about her glow matching the carnival lights. "Ferris wheel?" he requested, a pleading note audible in his voice. She agreed with less mocking than he expected.

When they reached the top he was surprised to find green felt as good on his lips as blue looked on hers.