She wrinkled her nose at him. "I love it when you say that, but would you be happier with Poppy Abernathy, or Poppy Craw?"
"Ach," she said, putting her head in her hands. "There's so many things to think about with a wedding!"
"Don't you want to die eventually, though?" she asked, watching him with a slight curve to her lips. "I mean, there's only so much world to explore."
She laughed deeply. "Space is fairly frightening," she said, grinning at him, the corners of her eyes crinkling with love. "Are you sure you want to go there?"
"Something that sounds very intellectual," she said with a grin. "Nothing that makes the children centuries ahead in the future cackle at us."
"I think we should just call it 'Planet'," Poppy said decisively. "There can be no debate about that."