"Dunno," said Lulu, quietly. "I like them! You know I do."
Or he ought to. She only talked about school all day, when she wasn't babbling about work or gossiping about coworkers or texting him silly thoughts with no context.
"I reckon I ought to take up assistant teaching next semester," she continued, tracing a J in the excess sauce pooling on the dish. "If I've got time."
The implication here was that, of course -- providing Jon moved in, spending every waking moment between his side and her duties at work would take up too much of Lulu's time. Even with the funny sad weight on her temples and heart, the thought made her smile down into her plate. She looked up at him again then, beaming. "I wouldn't mind if I didn't, you know. We've got sooooo much planning to do anyway, haven't we? For the wedding."
Not that the date had been set, or anything.
Perhaps the light in Lulu's face faded a little at the thought, but she shook her head of it.
"I want to do it all ourselves. I don't care what mummy's got to say about it! Or anything, really. She'd have me all in red, and I want a proper white dress. Or ivory! I'd be pretty in ivory, don't you think? Anyway," she paused, distracted by a couple passing in the window. They looked terribly happy. "It'd be soooo much easier if you were here. All the time."