*a faint smile settles on his lips and without turning his head, his eyes still focused on the dandelion fuzz and his fingers covering hers on its stem, he murmurs:* Yes...yes, I do belive that.

*as if on cue, the breeze suddenly picks up, and he inhales a breath -- waiting for Frankie to do the same -- and blows on the dandelion; the seeds immediately disperse into the air, carried aloft on tufts of white fluff, and he leans back and watches them soar up into the clear blue sky*