Lily liked the idea of Arthur as a college kid trying to learn the ropes of law. It was a rather sweet image, and she help onto it as she closed the book and looked up at him. “So, I have a question. A legal one,” she admitted after a moment, still staying close in his arms as she let out a stream of air. “When our kids turn eighteen on the island, can we divorce our fake spouses?” she asked, still not sure if she was ready to do that or not. “I mean… I don’t know for sure if I’d want to go down that road, and before you start having a facial tick over the worry that I expect you to divorce your wife and marry me I know that’s not going to happen,” she said, hands busying themselves with playing with the ends of her dark raven hair. “I am that pretty, but I’m not that dumb,” she informed him.