“Hey.” Vernon poked her in the cheek, effectively breaking her concentration. “Wanna get married?”
“Sure.” she waved offhandedly in frustration, dusting the flour off the counter top.
“Yes.” she exhaled, gesturing to her kitchen. “Vernon, I’m trying to make a pie.”
Vernon whistled in understanding, absorbing the colorful array of berries around the kitchen. Getting out of the way before he really got in trouble, he called out from the doorway, “You’re definitely making those for us every night.”