That's plan B, Darling. Don't you remember?

Noted. De--definitely noted.

Is there a problem?

[ Innocently smiling before resuming to her previous antics ]

Cardiac Arrest. That.

Anything I could do to prevent it?

I think you know.

[ Leaning up as her lips brush against his. ] C'mon tell me. You can't leave me yet; we need to get married.

[ He licks the edge of his lip, moving a hand to her cheek. ] We're already married anyway.

Are we now?

Are you trying to say we're not now? I'd... hate to kick you out or break this up.

You'd never do that.

If we weren't married I wouldn't think of sharing an apartment with you.

Then I guess we're married.

[ Presses her forehead against his ]

I love you, Regulus.

You guess. [He scoffs.] And I love you.

Let's get a bunny farm.

We don't have enough room for that yet.

What do we have room for?

...A bunny farm? You know, the thing you just asked about?

So we could get the bunny farm?

As I said, one day. Sure.

And eleven mini-us'?

If you really wanna go along with it, yeah. But we'd probably have to start soon on that one.

How soon?

---Do you really want me to get scientific about this?

Go ahead...