"Don't worry, I'll probably forget you were going to." Well. Probably not forget he was going to at all, but she was easily surprised. "But okay. We'll get married and adopt forty babies and change our name to the Von Traps and climb alps. ... you know, I always wanted to wear lederhosen. And make soap. I don't know if that's related." Leaning over, she kissed him firmly, pulling him closer. "You okay? I meant what I said, this isn't about me."