Harry furrowed his brow, stepping in to slip an arm around her waist. "Lose the letter 'i'? Umm... imagine, inventory, igloo, isosceles, industrial, irritation, incognito. Nope, I think it's okay to say that the letter 'i' is safe and sound."
He gave her a kiss on the cheek. "So... the rings let you time-travel? Huh. Guess that's why I haven't been able to find you. I sent my valet out to search, but the boy hasn't returned yet. He should be here soon, though. I'm about due for another microbrew."