[ she almost says something reassuring about how she's not mad or upset— not anymore, at least— or maybe even that she'd kick his butt hard enough for the both of them, but that second part... ]

Well, in my imagination you didn't pick on me so much. [ if it weren't for their position, she would grin up at him, but he should at least be able to hear the smile in her voice. ] But the real thing might be just a little bit better. I think the real you is a better kisser, too.

[ there. she can tease sometimes, too. ]