"Mmm, that sounds like a lovely idea," she cooed, knowing that it was not a feasible idea but it was fun to think about. All the wonderful things they would be able to accomplish with it, but life didn't work quite that way.
Samara could feel the energy pulsing off of him - his excitement was apparent about what the night held for them. When he pulled out the vial with the memory she held up her hand for it, though she didn't really need to hold it for any particular reason, it just felt like something she wanted to do. There was no way for her to really compare it to the memory inside her head, but somehow she knew that it was as close as they were going to get. Her husband wasn't the type to do anything halfway so this certainly was the best fabrication they could come up with. "Who should receive this, love?" She asked, considering the vial in her hand.