Sunshine is still reeling a little, like coming down off a high (gods, if the kids in the Old Town clubs could get a pill version of this… she doesn't know if it would prove enormously popular or get them all on the straight and narrow for life), but by the time Spike leans in to kiss her, she's sufficiently with it to respond in kind, her hands going to his hair with the vague intention of finishing what her bee started.

And then Fausta nudges her, and she breaks away from the kiss in surprise and looks down at her. "Oh." That was, she thinks, a not particularly subtle request for attention, and not one intended for Spike. She's still a little hesitant to just start petting Fausta after last time, but… it's different this time, right? They know each other better. Hell, they're a couple. If they were in a universe where people had weird spirit animals all the time, she imagines this sort of thing would be hard to avoid. For several reasons.

Well. Spike isn't vetoing the idea, and Fausta looks so hopeful. And Sunshine really doesn't see why she should be the only one going through… whatever you could even call that thing that just happened. So.

"Sorry, sweetheart," Sunshine says, dropping into a crouch so she's at Fausta's eye level. "Didn't mean to leave you out." Then, after a brief, impish glance back at Spike that clearly advises him to hold on to his proverbial hat, she strokes her palm over the crown of Fausta's head in a gentle but deliberate gesture.