Oh. Oh that was a change. That was new. And oddly she found she was delighted by the prospect. "Waaaait. That means things have changed." There was no mistaking the delight in her voice. "Does that mean you two are together? I mean... I kind of thought you were already, but when you said you didn't know what modern underwear was, and then the flirting..." She trailed off, implying she had put two and two together.
Maryanne chuckled softly. "I know he would hate every second of being called it.. but He's adorable." She could just picture it, and how likely it was that he was getting more messy than just eating it from the cob.
"Oh shit, what?" She hadn't meant for it to be an Oh shit moment, when he said it her eyes refocused on him. Which was kind of needed, the smile did waver just a little, almost like it was kind of a shield. Fake it until you make it moment.
"Oh, I don't mind. They deserve to be remembered." In case she wasn't here to do it. Though she wouldn't want him to be left behind doing the remembering. Writing down the names. Carving them in bits of metal, or stone. "He's supposed to be thirteen. Instead he's 106, give or take." But she still loved him all the same. He was still her boy. And it was something she would never get used to, another fake it until you make it moment.
"Alexander, I didn't bring it here, or you here, to get you drunk. It's here for a taste, if you would have wanted it. Tequila doesn't do anything for me anymore, hasn't since I was around sixteen. But yeah, that door is closed sir." She chuckled at him, waggling her index finger just a little. "I'm a slut, not a homebreaker. And I want you to find your Clint, and if Liberty is that for you I don't want to do anything do hamper, or damage that in any way. But I do wish I would have brought my dress form, because likely her underwear is more like mine than anything you're used to, and you need practice." She teased, since he teased her.