darling, everything's on fire

Yes and then I can stare at your ring even longer - it’s absolutely gorgeous Han. 

Thank you! He really picked it out well, didn’t he?

“Oreos are my guilty pleasure.”

"Mine too."

“I don’t know, I prefer raspberries. Strawberries can get too sweet.”

"I love sweet things best of all. Raspberries are delicious too, especially with dark chocolate." Hannah chuckles softly. "I'm sorry I keep bringing up food."

Irene watched Hannah get the cake and grinned when she returned.  “Do we really want to though? I mean the more for us. Right?  We can always get something else before we leave.” 

"That is true! We should get them something so they don't miss out entirely, but they're missing out on this cake."

Well I think it’ll be worth the fight.  I think you’d be worth the fight.  

In that case, I think you should get us that cake and we'll see about that kiss.

“I’ll hold you to that Hannah, it’s not as if you have ever let me down anyway.” She turns away from the cake and quirks a brow to the other woman. “And why would you be needing to order cake?”

"I'm glad to hear that, I'd hate to dissapoint." Hannah looks away from her friend, trying to appear casual. "Oh, you know. I don't think guests would be too happy if there's no cake at my wedding."

Work is great. It’s almost time for the “New York’s Best Bachelor” poll thingy, and it’s got Zach nervous, even though he doesn’t say so. I got a new fish, you should come meet him. And, I might be getting addicted to Netflix. 

He shouldn't be too nervous. Doesn't he usually have that one in the bag? I can't think of anyone who might take that crown away from him. Of course! I'd love to meet your new fish. Have you named him yet? You might be able to help me, actually. I was thinking of buying a new one to cheer up David after Captain Ahab died but I don't know much about different kinds of fish. I have no idea where to be.

“Honesty hour. Of course I’ll share an entire chocolate cake with you, but why don’t we get that one that has two strawberries so we can each have one?”

“Honesty hour. Really, you’ll eat the whole cake with me? Ooh yes, I like the way you think. I’ll go ask if we can have an extra strawberry.”

She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope.