"Hey!" Roger protested, but it was with a smile. "Most birds are swooning at this point. What kind of husband are you?" His fingers were steadily working on twining the metallic wrappers of the yorkie bars together.
When he was done, he got down on his knees and presented the woman on the floor with a badly made wrapper ring. "Let's make it official. I was thinking about having a summer wedding."
They were utterly ridiculous, but it was exactly what Roger needed to get his mind off al the serious stuff that was going on in his life.