“Ooh, what kinds of places are you looking at?” asks Gabby, jumping right back into it like nothing happened. “Outdoors, do you think? That would be so beautiful in the summertime. Somewhere in the country... Mmm. It’s been too long since I had some fresh air.”
“What? We’re not getting married outside,” Michael says, as though the idea is both ridiculous and terrible. “We’re getting married in a temple like we’re supposed to.”
“You’re actually gonna try to get married, aren’t you,” Sinclair says, still unreadable but for one raised eyebrow. “Really married, by law, with papers and visitation rights and bank accounts.”
“What else would we mean?” Michael replies, forehead scrunched up in impatience and confusion. Gabby, meanwhile, has lost her dreamy look and is staring at him and Lee wide-eyed.