Tegan was still distracted by her own writing, trying to place the memory that spurred it, and frowning when her mind wouldn't quite cooperate. She nodded absently along with the comments going around her, barely hearing them and not registering Gina's teasing.
She put pencil to paper again, sketching out a quick He's wonderful before returning her attention to trying to track down when and where they might have pretended before to be married. In a rush, dreams came together with a thread of memory, and she wrote slowly on her paper.
Russia?
She nudged Nick to get him to look, confused at why he was so pink.