"No, I wanna talk about your speech, but that's just going to give you ideas," he said with a smirk, passing his hand through his hair and looking back out the door, "I don't plan to fuck it up. But you can maybe give me a heads up if you see me headed the wrong way," he offered, pausing on his way to the door, "I might not be able to make our pizza date this month," he warned with a grin, "So make sure you actually have something in your fridge. I don't want you starving to death because I went on my honeymoon."