He shrugged, picking up his fork. "I'm not too sure. Maybe we should check and see which ones there are."
"Mm. I'm not sure. We'll just have to see," she said slowly before looking over at him. "Do you ever worry that we're not decisive enough?"
She nodded, her brow furrowed in thought. "I suppose that's true," she said idly, considering her food.
"Being decisive. If it ever becomes a problem, that is. Maybe we will never actually decide. You never know."
“Yes, you can. You’ve done it before. Please, darling. What if I were to die tonight and I didn’t get to hear you be sweet one last time because you were too prideful?”