Savannah rolled her eyes. "They have this life, Marty. It's not like they'll be able to choose to do anything but this." She shrugged. "I guess that for a while I can pretend that they will have a normal life." Even though she knew that training would involved knife fighting and not back handspring or throwing a football. "So until they go into Sam's survival pre-school, they'll be cheerleaders and football players."
She ran her fingers through his hair, smiling a little. "She cared for you, all of you, and if that paperwork kept you alive, then I can't really blame her." Savannah nodded. "I know that, and I guess this is another reason why I don't completely hate this dimension. I would never have a clue otherwise. I might not know the specifics, but at least I know what you do."
Savannah chuckled. "Of course, she'd like Lady Gaga. She wasn't very conventional, was she?" Her fingers moved slowly over his face, while she was completely engrossed by the touch. She finally looked away from her fingers. "And you're the best thing that happened to me. When things get bad, you're the only one who helps. I love you so much, Marty." She kissed him softly, before getting off his lap. "Now, let's eat before Nova decides that she's been too good leaving all the food on the table and has an in prompt dinner. Dig in, and leave room for dessert."