[ Honestly, in spite of the earlier outrage, the ridiculous nature of this entire situation is enough to make her start laughing. She knows that this is a prank and that any trip with Claude is bound to have at least one or two baked in. And, not that she'd be willing to admit it to him right away, but the bridge swinging is sort of fun in the daredevil may care way that she knows he intended.

Even with the bright spark of joy in her eyes she playfully swats his face away from her before threading her fingers through his as the bridge's wild swinging begins to slow. ]

I've never read a romance novel where they fall to their death together.

[ Stories about dying together though? Sure. But they're in agreement there. She has no desire to die alongside her love. Bringing his knuckles to hers she gives him a fond kiss before she buckles a little, leaning her weight into him. ]

At this rate you owe me a piggy back the rest of the way once we're off the bridge. I don't think my legs survived that.