Like a sugary dream.

With the sudden sound of books collapsing to the floor, the awkward but pleasant sensation of foreign arms around her waist, the young redhead opened her eyelids and her sky-coloured eyes widened as she gazed into the face of the boy who held her in his arms. In her mind's eye she saw the idyllic, fantastical green eyes of the Laird McAllister melt away like little snowmen with the arrival of spring, to be replaced by the boy's deep, dilated hazel eyes. The felted headgear thus became an Aegean hat, and the Laird's clothes became black trousers, a pair of braces laid over a white shirt, accompanied by a red checked jacket