Lydia seems to think so. She can't tell if they spend a minute or ten or twenty kissing under the stars, but it's okay because she really doesn't care. But when both of them have finally had - if not enough, then at least, enough for now, it's close to harpy hour and she spends the walk back to the cabins with what she desperately hopes is not a foolish grin on her face and another kiss once they're in front of Cabin Ten. Wisely, her siblings inside, if they are watching, do not offer up the usual hoots and hollers. Goodbyes exchanged, promises made to spend time, and she's back inside, back against the door and smiling dreamily.

Only then does she realize she still has Gale's tie draped around her neck.