He's in no rush to do it, but it's definitely on the infinite bucket list now. They may have to start collecting open-minded friends so they can do it properly when the time comes. He's thinking a catered, exclusive party. On Easter, maybe.

He leans forward to take the bite, smiling around it as he chews. Somehow it tastes better after watching her eat it.

"Of course! I don't know why not." He has not yet spun out the implications of this arrangement and how he'll have to start wearing clothes. At any rate, it's a temporary situation. How long can it possibly last? Fifty years? (How long do mortals live these days, anyway?)

"Hmm...we may need a bank account. I haven't tried buying property since that was standard." He thinks an estate agent wouldn't take well to a briefcase full of cash.