“Gosh, it's hard to forget.” They spend every day together, start to finish, and he spends the entire time looking at her like she's made of magic.
Inside, Tzipporah is proclaiming at her usual volume, “— no reason why not, and anyone who disagrees is clearly an idiot,” and gesturing wildly, bony elbows flapping like a bird.
Lee sits down, tucking her skirt underneath her like a lady. “Whatever this argument is, it is over now.” She says so decisively. It's too good of a day to yell at each other. She notes that someone got her another beer and starts working on it right away.