not so bad

They kissed, and it was delightful.
“This isn’t so bad” he said.
“It could be worse” she said.
“Yes - the train could be coming immediately.”
“I think we have several hours.”
“Yes - it usually passes through on the way to Kalamazoo at 7 PM.”
“I think that’s when I’m usually making evening tea.”
“Shall we again?”
And they did.