"Her gaze traced the bending lantern-flowers above, and returned to his face. “What do you want to go..."

Her
gaze traced the bending lantern-flowers above, and returned to his
face. "What do you want to go and do a thing like that for anyhow?
I'm already as full of joy for you as my body can hold, and there
you go and put more
in. Downright wasteful, I say. It's just going to spill over..."
The light shimmered in her swimming eyes.

He
pulled her up and across him, and let the warm drops spatter across
his chest like summer rain. "Spill on me," he whispered.