She grinned as she caught up to him. "That'll be nice," She said thoughtfully. "Although, to be honest, I'm not quite sure how to officially request time off. I've never done it."
"We just write a formal request on a note for a specific date off, give it to whoever is in charge, and wait for approval, which shouldn't take long. I'm sure they'd be happy to, given all of the things we've done for them."
"I might, but Mr. Jeremiah said that we were pretty important, so I also might not be. You can never be sure," he said, matter-of-factly.
"Ah, so some good came from the whole kidnapping scenario," she said cockily, raising an eyebrow. "We got an ego boost."
He laughed and shook his head. "Well, at least I know I'm important to you, especially after you told me you'd cry if I died after drinking generous amounts of mouth wash."
She flushed slightly but rolled her eyes. "I've told you I love you, you goofus," she said. "Of course you're important to me."
"Did you just call me a goofus?" He laughed, putting on a hand on his head. "A goofus? Really?" (I had a similar reaction to that. Frickin' goofus)
She squinted up at him. "I didn't want to call you a dummy," she said. "And I couldn't remember the word for 'dork'. Thus, 'goofus'." (Goofus is endearing!)
He squeezed her hand, still grinning. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I've just never heard that word before." (Toooo good!)
"Well, you'd better learn it," she said, glancing up at him. "I'm going to use it to describe you quite frequently."
"It's a term of endearment, goofus," she said cheekily as they turned down their hallway. "I'm not one for normal pet names."
"It's wonderful," she said, grinning up at him. "No 'darling', or 'dear', or 'man of my dreams' for you."
"Oh, but any of those are better. Please just spare me and never call me that again." He looked down at her, his eyes pleading. "I beg of you."
"Any of them. Just... Not that one." He shook his head, looking down. "I think I'm going to go find somewhere I can get ice. I need it for my wrist."
