And when Kamala moved in for that quick kiss, Eleanor was going to take advantage of the closeness to wrap an arm around her waist in the hopes to keep her there, if only because she was feeling like she could use a little anchor to keep herself standing.

Mostly due to relief that the costume seemed a success, but also because these boots were honestly terrible to walk in.

And also because she just liked holding onto Kamala, too.

"I'm glad," she said, "that it gets the Seal of Approval from the expert. And yours...." She looked over at Kamala fondly. "Amazing. Obviously. Like you were meant to wear it or something."