[It's been a year and a half. He lives with her. They're (give or take a couple weeks on either end--thanks for nothing, Ruby City) engaged to be married. Why is he STILL BLUSHING.]

Are you casting aspersions on my powers of recall, Meridiana.

[Doesn't stop him from leaning right on over, an arm threaded loosely around her waist, for a kiss, though. Just to make sure.

Just because she asked. There's not a thing he wouldn't give, if she asked. He wants her to have the world, because then she'd have everything that makes her happy in it.]

Well, what do you know. You're right. Truly scrumptious.