"This place," she sighs, her hand coming up to touch his cheek, her fingers stroking his early morning stubble. Her scent is threaded through with a deep contentment.

"I think you're right, we should ask Bar. And perhaps she could recommend a taxidermist as well."

Their initial idea is turning out to be far more involved than she had thought, but no matter. No problem too complex that she can't solve, one way or another.

Are you guys done? Can we go get breakfast now?