"I promise." Whether it was even possible to promise such a thing, Gar wasn't sure. He didn't care. Rose mattered enough to bend the laws of time and space and physics and good manners, if he could work a way into it. "But honestly, ten years from now, I'll probably be living in Hollywood or Paris or some place with famous people, drinking expensive champagnes. No time for phones when I'm drinking expensive champagnes."
Gar did wonder why it mattered, but Rose occupied a part of his brain where he trusted her unconditionally, a part occupied mostly by Teen Titans and Keanu Reeves, who was a dreamboat. "So, you don't know off the top of your head if there's anything I could say to Rose of the Past to get her to think a little more in your vein, eh?"