Morning, Aftermath of Revival/January Event.

[velesdonnersen]

[Tarvek dozes beside Ilsa, on the sofa bed in the home office. She's back, and there's little that makes him even one tenth so happy... The blankets are piled high, pillows are tucked around them, and he can lie half-dozing, watching her through the veil of half-lowered lashes.]

Mmmmmmmm.

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[ooeeooahah]

[ She can't help it, but bursts out laughing at the comment about the kids. ]

[velesdonnersen]

[He hasn't grown up with it as a truism: he comes from a culture with nannies.]

What? What did I say?

[ooeeooahah]

[ She slides down to giggles, waving her hand. ]

Children change everything. Good thing you found out before we got married.

[ Gigglesnicker. ]

[velesdonnersen]

[The car veers, almost crosses the line. TArvek over-corrects, and they jounce onto and off of the curb.]

Hangonhangonhangon. Eeee. Hang on a minute...

[He drives just out of town, and pulls over by the side of the road, before turning to her, eyes a bit wild.]

Would you? Marry me? If there were a way to do it, here in Mayfield? Would you *really*?

[ooeeooahah]

[ She squeaks as he has his epiphany moment IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD and is very quiet as he brings the car to a stop. ]

[ The question is at once simple, and a minefield. That doesn't mean the answer hasn't been thought out. ]

...habibi, the only thing we are missing is the paperwork, as far as I'm concerned.

[velesdonnersen]

[He slides across the station wagon seat, and slips his arms around her. Her link should be screaming with turbulence - happy, a bit frightened, amazed, surprised, giddy...and loony-in-love.]

Do you think we could at least find a way to celebrate it? Not a church wedding: Mayfield wouldn't allow that. But I want to bind it, and share it. I...

If you don't want, well..

But...

Ah, leibe, Ilsa... Mein liebe Ilsa.

[ooeeooahah]

[ She wraps into the embrace, buzzing from his joy. ]

Think you can wait until the first of spring?

[velesdonnersen]

Forever, if I had to.

{Sighs, and enjoys the cuddle for as long as he dares. But necessity drives his choices.]

Eh. We've got to do the shopping and pick up Perry and Catherine. And then I suspect you have to go home for a bit. But...later?

Your place or mine?

[ooeeooahah]

[ She sighs into his neck. ]

Mine has the better shower.

[velesdonnersen]

[In the back section Florian has worked out that there's cuddling going on, and he's not included. He starts stomping and moaning very, very pitifully. He is a sad, lonely little maximimmoth, isn't he?]

[Tarvek laughs.]

Want me to bring him up to the front before we head back?

[ooeeooahah]

Hm, that's another thought - might have to stay at your place, with the new "dog".

[ Turning to the back of the car, and addressing Florian. ]

You think you can behave until we get back to the house?