You still don't want to be called Farkle? [ Wrapping her arms around his neck ]

The others or you can call me Farkle, you know that.

I prefer calling you my husband.

Well, that's good since you decide I was. [He teases lightly glancing back at her in the same sheepish way.] But I think I'd like to keep calling you Iris for now.

And I don't mind calling you Regulus.

[ He nods, giving a small smile. ]

So what was your master plan?

My master plan is for a certain someone to give me a morning kiss.

Have you brushed your teeth?

[ pouts ] ...no.

Oh, well. You know what happens then.

Fine, I'll go brush my teeth.

[ Slowly getting off him and walks sadly to bathroom before doing a sprint to the bathroom ]

[ This time the book has no chance as it goes flying away, hitting the wall and bouncing away. The young man giving a startled cry as his hands instantly move to grip her from falling. All the while his head hitting and bouncing off the arm-rest roughly. He might have a case of whiplash later, but it doesn't prevent him from laughing once more. ]

Miss me?

[ Smiling widely at him and lets out a goofy giggle. ]

Always.

Okay, then. Pick a date you want to be with me.

Right now.

Another date, a proper date.

[ Whimpers ] Today's date.

...So, next year today?

No this years today.

I don't think we can get everyone here today.

I hate you.

--So you don't want to get married again?

Wait, you want to get married again?