He loved the sound of her giggling like that. It was different to her usual laugh, and it didn't surface all that often. Aside from her birthday, of course. That night she had giggled a lot. But he'd barely heard it before they'd both ended up here. They hadn't had a lot to laugh at back home, and there were even less things that could truly have inspired it. And he loved that something so simple could do that.
"You didn't need the twenty-first century for that," he answered easily. Sometimes he might have exaggerated, sure. But where Marian was concerned he rarely thought so. He loved her, and that meant all of her. From her incredible beauty to her infuriating stubbornness. And he wouldn't change a single one of those things. Whether he'd written them down on a little scrap of paper or not.