Bea snorted a laugh, but leaned in and pressed a light kiss to his mouth, then one to his forehead, eyes shining with affection. "Yes, we'll discuss it in the morning," she murmured in agreement, then settled back in to rest her cheek on his pillow. "I think I'm going to watch Cleopatra when I wake up in the morning. I was reading this thing online today about what Richard Burton wrote about her in this memoir book type thing he published, and it made me feel all wibbly. Though he did refer to her breasts as 'apocalyptic' which isn't as wibbly as it is awesome."