Galinda seemed to give up. She leaned her head back on the velvet cushions of the swing and said, "Boq, you know despite myself I think you're a little sweet. You're a little sweet and you're a little charming and you're a little maddening and you're a little habit-forming." Boq held his breath. "But you're little!" she concluded. "You're a Munchkin, for god's sake!" He kissed her, he kissed her, he kissed her, little by little by little.