Listen here, buddy. I'm Pete's wife, and I love him way more than I have ever loved anything. EVER. I love him more than chocolate, or mashed potatoes, or clean sheets, or sex, or fuzzy slippers.
So unless you two duel with water guns or paintball guns, I am going to come over there and smack the crap out of you until you say YES MISS NAVI and pick one of those things, am I clear?