"...Get us out of this?" Elias finished her question for her, assuming that was what she'd meant by it. There only seemed to be one thing to do, since he was all out of spell ideas, and she hadn't offered any of her own. They could call for help and alert the rest of the shop and the rest of the world to their predicament, but then they'd be stuck here in this aisle for - hours on end, probably, while the Ministry sent out a man... and all the while, there was, apparently, a very simple solution. One looking them right in the face.

She'd suggested it - well, almost suggested it - but she'd also glanced away and seemed a little nervous about it all the same; and while Elias wasn't going to pretend that kissing her (whoever she was) would be an unpleasant chore, or any skin off his back, he presumed that winsome young blondes like her would probably be pickier about whom they went around kissing, if they did such a thing at all.

"If you don't mind...?" Elias asked, with an awkward smile as a sort of advance apology. This was awkward enough to begin with, but made more awkward by the fact that their feet were stuck in place. There was more than a foot in height difference between them, too, so - this was going to take a bit of manoeuvring. Carefully, testing the waters, he lifted a hand and gently tilted her chin up towards him, so at least there was a feasible angle to kiss her. She still might have to meet him halfway.

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