"Hey. Someday I'll win the lotto and we'll never have to work again." He looked down at her, kissing her nose. "Until then, it's work. Or start being cannibals. And I don't want to do that." He had an image of the Brecon Beacons and began to shiver.
"Sweet loser? Adorable loser?" He snorted, snuggling up to her as well. "You'll never lose me."