Fleur saw the frown, and leaned over, kissing him again, trying to turn it upside-down. "I am only teasing." She said honestly, fluffing Fabien's hair. Instead, she traveled back down into fantasy land. "And I say we get another big bed." Sure, they didn't need it, but it'd be nice. "And we'll never have to be apart again." She nodded firmly. "Who knows, if my grandmother has an eighth wedding, I'll skip it."