She raised her eyebrow. "You remembered that? I'm surprised." (It's almost like you have a record of all our conversations!)
(It's almost like you told me you put her middle name somewhere!) "Well, you told me it one time a long time ago, and I remember names just so I don't embarrass myself in the future." He huffed. "Maybe that's why I can't remember more important things."
"Well, your opinion on my name is the only one that matters. I try not to judge names, unless it's something Olga or Gertude, of course."
"I'm going to make you go back into the ship. I swear I will." He glared at her, although it was playful.
"I'd pick you up right now to prove you wrong, but I don't want to hurt you," he said, his eyebrow raised. "I'll just have to tell some doctors that you're out and about."
"And then I'll see if I can find you bleeding out somewhere because you decided to move around too much. How does that work for you?"
She slipped her hand into his as they walked down the street. "I have an idea," she responded. "Let's just stay next to each other, and no one goes off on their own. Does that work? You don't get the doctors, and I don't die."
