"Still. How would it feel if I said that I would be disappointed that I fell in love with a music snob?"
"Barely, Craw," she teased. "I mean, you obviously don't love me if something as fragile as music taste could change everything."
She cocked her head, a little confused by his change in mood. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed his cheek. "I assume so, seeing as we're getting married."
She squinted at him. "Vaughan Williams or Elgar. I can't believe I'm in love with a Stravinsky lover."
He kissed her cheek. "I know you are, but our difference in composers should nearly be a deal breaker," he teased.