Sighing, Stan squeezes her arm again. "I'm not doing very well at this going slow thing, am I? Our first conversation out and were already talking about meeting the family and where are we going to live for the rest of our lives." He gave her a rueful look.
"It's just... a lot of the slow stuff, I guess we already know. I know how you like your breakfast, and how many older brothers and sisters you have, and what classes you're taking, and the why your breath always smells minty." He raised his eyebrows and shrugged expansively. "I am totally clueless what we're supposed to be doing here."