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"I will kill you. I'm not even joking. If you invite me to a restaurant I'm not going."
"Is that a good thing?" she asked, watching him after they pulledd away.
"Thank you," he said with a nod. "I appreciate it."
He sighed. "I suppose you can have a day," he said, raising an eyebrow. "Nothing big, though."
She laughed, shaking her head. "Don't worry, it was funny," she said quietly, glancing up at him.
"A make-up day? Is it necessary?" he asked, smiling slightly.
"For you, maybe." She tilted her head. "I was busy trying to make you not catch a shark with your hand."
"Oh, so a birthday would keep us from that? What if I lied?" he asked jokingly.
"No, it just means that you're less likely to go and try to get your hand bitten by a shark," she said. "Or something similar."
"The 21st of July," he answered. "And yours is December 12th, right?"
"I wouldn't say empty shell. I like you plenty either way, although when you're sober I think you're a bit more sensible."
"I'm okay with it. I'd be okay with anything, really," he said. "May is a good month, though."
"Hm. I suppose I'll play along and agree," she teased. "A great dancer and a shark catcher. What an amazing combination."
He grinned, leaning back. "I think May is lovely time to get married. It's perfect month."
"You weren't as bad as you'd think. I was surprised too," she said playfully, sticking out her tongue.
"May what?" he asked distractedly, glancing at her.
She looked up at him, her eyes bright. "That is that," she said smoothly. "I'm glad it came through clearly."
He smiled warmly at her. "You deserve it. You're good to me as well."
She was quiet for a moment, before looking at the ground with a crooked smile. "I love you, too."
"You don't have to be exciting for me to want to stay with you," he said. "I'm doing it because you're everything to me."
