Hyperion groaned playfully when she latched onto his idea, thinking he definitely should have kept that thought to himself. But the truth was that he would do it for her, because he was hopelessly, pathetically in love with her, and there was very little he wouldn't do for her.
He didn't really follow why she'd been thinking about who she wanted to see last--he would have thought she'd have been eager to decide who to tell first. "That could work," he agreed. "Who do you want to see last, then?" He'd thought he understood her mind well, but this one was eluding him. He would make sure to pay attention and file it away so he could better predict her thinking in the future. It would give him a leg up in the husband department, he thought.