We have some stuffs planned for this folder, as soon as time allows. Until then, this is just a bump!

"Maybe both," he admitted, feeling ridiculously happy. Finding himself in Rhy'Din and meeting Leia, his whole life had changed for the better. Yes, he missed his sister, but despite that, he wouldn't change a thing. "Congratulations, Mama," he teased.

"To you, too, Papa," she pointed out, toasting him with her beer. "Wouldn't have happened without you." She winked, her smile warm and relaxed as she applied herself to finishing her dinner with enthusiasm.

"I can't argue with that," he said with a grin. Then again, it couldn't have happened without either of them. He wondered vaguely again if Sloti would be jealous, but he didn't bother to mention it.

Sloti had accepted Jake into their lives without any fuss at all, though he still teased the man constantly purely because it was funny. There was no reason to think he would be anything less than excited about having a baby to look after with them. Leia sighed happily as she set her knife and fork down on the empty plate, leaning back with a contented smile. "That was wonderful."

"Yeah?" he said, with a last forkful of chicken to devour. "Maybe I should cook more often," he said, though once they had a place of their own, he planned on doing just that.

"You should let me cook for you as well," she said, one brow raised high for a moment. "I do like it when you fuss and pamper me, but I am not too terrible with food."

"How about tomorrow?" he suggested. She'd been willing to let him loose in the kitchen and be a guinea pig for his cooking; it was only fair he do the same for her.

"I do believe we have an accord, Mr. Jensen," she teased, reaching up to shake her hair back from her neck. For a woman who went out of her way to style her hair in a way that hid the points of her ears, it might almost have been strange to see her flaunt them here of all places.

He wasn't sure why she bothered really. There were plenty of people in Rhy'Din who weren't human, but here in Tirisano, he wasn't so sure. And yet, they were all alone here; there was no one to see but him. "What do you want to do now?" he asked, though they still had to clean up the dinner mess.

"We should clean up," she said, looking around the kitchen. "Is it a bad thing if I just want to cuddle? It's been so long since we didn't have work to do, or prep to do, in the evenings."

"No, it's not a bad thing," he said. He, too, was enjoying the luxury of privacy that they rarely enjoyed back home. "Maybe tomorrow we'll explore a little," he suggested, though it hardly mattered. This time was theirs to do with whatever they wanted, alone but together.

"Oh, do you think we can go down to the sea?" she asked hopefully. "I haven't paddled in the sea for years. It won't be too cold yet, will it?"

"I don't see why not," he replied thoughtfully. He paused moment to finish his beer before getting to his feet to start gathering up the dishes. He didn't mind cleaning up so much, so long as they did it together. "We'll go see tomorrow."

Rising with him, Leia moved to the sink, turning on the water to begin washing the dishes. "That would be fun," she said with a smile. "Is there anything you want to do?"

"I don't know," Jake replied with a thoughtful frown, as he followed her into the kitchen to place the dishes near the sink. "I mean, I'm not sure what there is to do here."

"We can explore," she assured him, glancing up fondly. "Didn't they say something about a no-horse cart they hired for us, too?"

He smirked at her description, assuming what it was she was trying to describe. "Yeah, but it's called a car, not a cart," he corrected. Though cars were something of a luxury in Rhy'Din, they were everywhere back home. "It's a machine that runs on an engine," he tried to explain.

"Like the airship we have that goes to the stars?" she asked curiously, wiping the dishes with a careful cloth before setting them into the rack to dry.

"Something like that, yeah," he agreed, though starships and automobiles were very different things and operated in very different ways. He might understand computers, but he was no expert on those kinds of technologies.

"Because I would have thought you could use something like a Pegasus to pull a cart up to the stars, but Sam was very clear with me that I am never allowed to open any doors or windows unless we are landed on a planet," she went on, her tone just as conversationally curious as ever. "I don't understand. It isn't hard to breathe in the Astral Sea, you just have to be careful."

Jake furrowed his brows at her, wondering for a moment if she was teasing him before realizing she perfectly serious. "It might not be hard for you, but we're only human," he reminded her, not wanting to frighten her by telling her opening doors or windows in space would surely kill them.

"Oh. And if I let in the aether, it would hurt you?" she asked. It wasn't that she was ignorant or stupid, but her experience of the universe had been very different to his for a long time before they had met. Every now and then they found new topics to discuss filled with strange new concepts for her to learn.

"Leia, it would kill us," he explained, as gently as he could. Unless, of course, they were wearing something to protect them, but he didn't think it necessary to add that.

Violet eyes widened in shock on hearing that. "I did not know that humans were so sensitive to aether!" she exclaimed, shocked no one had bothered to tell her this before now. "We have been going into the Astral Sea for years, and I am only just learning this?!"

"Well, we can tolerate space if we're wearing the proper equipment, I suppose, but not without it." He furrowed his brows thoughtfully for a moment. "How do you breathe in-in the Astral Sea?" he asked, using her terms instead of those he was accustomed to.

"Well, you can't breathe it for long without a spell, but you can breathe," she said. "I haven't done it myself, but I've heard that it's very thick and sort of like breathing through treacle."

"So, it's magic," he said. There was the chief difference between them. He was from an Earth rife with technology, while she was from a place that was dependent on magic. He had often wondered, though, if magic was just science that was as yet not understood.

He chuckled at her reply. "I mean Chinese food," he clarified, though what he had in mind wasn't truly Chinese, so much as Chinese American. She had said she trusted him, though.

"Are they the ones with the duck pancakes and soft noodles?" she asked, tilting her head curiously. Rhy'Din was such a mixed bag of cultures, it was a wonder she could pinpoint that in the first place.

"Yep, but that's not what I'm making," he said. "It's a surprise," he added, with a gleam in his eyes. It wasn't often he got to play in the kitchen, as Ailis always shooed him away, but he enjoyed cooking now and then.

"Does that mean I have to go away and not watch you cooking?" Leia asked innocently, pretty sure he wasn't going to let her help him cook. Not today, anyway.

"No, you can help, if you want," he told her, though he still wasn't going to tell her what he was concocting. "You can start by cutting up veggies. Can you see if there's any red or green peppers in the fridge?"

"Of course. Would you prefer one color over the other?" Smiling, Leia returned to the fridge, happily pulling open the vegetable drawer to collect what she had been asked for.

"Nope, we need both!" he informed her. He followed that up with further instructions, giving her what amounted to her first cooking lesson. It wasn't the easiest dish to whip up, but it was one of his favorites. Chicken, rice, pineapple, red and green pepper, all covered in a sauce that was known as "sweet and sour". Too bad there was no bottle of sake to go with it, but they made do instead with a couple of beers.

It wasn't that Leia didn't know how to cook - she just didn't know much about cooking human meals. She enjoyed learning from Jake, though, even if his lessons about technology never seemed to stick. And, of course, this lesson had a yummy conclusion, which just made it all the more enjoyable.

He'd even come up with a candle or two for the table, making it as romantic a setting as possible. He lifted his bottle of beer to toast the moment. "To us," he said. "And to a long and happy life together." It was a bit overdue, but better late than never.

"To us," she agreed, tapping the neck of her bottle to his. "All three of us." Sloti wasn't here to object to not being included, just this once.

But Jake misunderstood, thinking she'd either forgotten the baby or the ferret, who were clearly both part of the family. "I think you mean the four of us," he said, smirking as she tapped her bottle to his.

She laughed softly. "Well, the three of us who are here," she corrected herself cheerfully. "I don't think you should be surprised if Sloti decides he is going to be our child's companion, by the way. He likes looking after people."

"Companion or guardian?" Jake asked, as he took up a forkful of chicken and rice mixture. As much as he adored Chinese food, he had never quite got the hang of chopsticks.

"Both," she predicted in amusement, breathing in the sweet and bitter scent of the meal before her. "What is this called, again? Have I had it before?"

"Um, I'm not sure," he said, asking her second question first. "I mean, it's called Sweet and Sour Chicken, and I'm not sure if you've had it before. I don't think Ailis ever made it."

"It does taste both sweet and sour," she agreed through a mouthful. "I like it. And not just because you made it, I like it because it's nice."

"I like it, too! It's one of my favorites," he said, smiling broadly at her, happy and relieved that she liked his cooking. "You know, if we get our own place, we'll have to cook for ourselves."

"I have never cooked for you," she said, a mysterious smile on her face. "I do not think I have had elven food in years, either. It would be fun to see what you think."

"I'm game! Bring it on!" he told her, holding up a fork for emphasis. Leia certainly didn't eat like a rabbit, so how bad could elven food be?

She giggled, pleased with his enthusiasm. "I am already so relaxed here," she said suddenly. "We really have two weeks of just us together like this?"

"Yeah, but ..." A thoughtful frown appeared on his face at her question. "Are you happy, Leia?" he asked, out of the blue.

"Here and now, yes, I am very happy, Jake," she assured him, careful to answer him in a way that wouldn't upset him somehow. She loved his sensitivity, but sometimes she also felt terribly guilty for provoking it.

"I don't mean now," Jake said, trying to clarify his question. "I mean, are you happy with your life in Rhy'Din?" he asked. "Do you ever get homesick? Is there anything you would change if you could?"

"I do not miss Allansia, if that is what you are asking," she said in a gentle tone. "It was a harsh place in which to live, filled with evil men and women who sought dominion over all. I am happy to be in Rhy'Din, with you. I only ..." She sighed, glancing down at her meal. "I sometimes wish we had a real home of our own, that is all."

"I miss my sister and my niece sometimes," he confessed with a small frown, but he couldn't go home, even if he wanted to. There were too many people looking for him; it was too dangerous. It was better they couldn't find him or presumed him dead. "I'm happy here with you, but I'd like a house of our own, too," he said, reaching over to touch her hand.

"We could bring them here, to visit," Leia suggested softly. She knew it had been suggested before, and indeed, they had managed it just once, on the day he had married her. But since then, there had been difficulties in getting his family to Rhy'Din, and she couldn't go to Earth without learning some means of holding a humanising glamour on herself for many hours at a time.

"I know, and we will, but what I mean is ... I think it's time we find a house of our own," he told her, giving her hand a soft squeeze. After all, they were going to have a baby.

There was that look on his face again - curious and puzzled. "You can feel it? Him? Her?" he asked, correcting his pronoun, though he wasn't too sure which to use just yet.

"Them," she said softly. "I do not know if they will be male or female yet. But I can feel the soul forming inside me." She tilted her head thoughtfully. "I wonder if you can, too. We are bonded, after all."

"I-I don't know how," he stammered, uncertainly. She had made that claim the first day she had met him, in the first moments of their meeting, certain they were soul bonded, even when they'd only just met. It was still something that confounded him, but he no longer denied or doubted it.

"Can you still not feel me in your heart and mind?" she asked, confusion painted over her face. "I thought you were in tune with those feelings that are mine and live in you."

"Yes, but ... How do I feel the baby?" he asked. He was only human, after all, and didn't really understand how it all worked, even if he did sometimes feel an inexplicable connection to her.

"For me, they are ... like a spark of flame against the night sky," she said, trying to put into words something that was indescribable. "Perhaps you will be able to find them in what you feel from me?"

"I'd like to try," Jake admitted, though he wasn't too sure how. She had taught him how to connect with her, to feel what she was feeling, but it wasn't something that came natural or easy to him.

"I will never stop you from trying," she promised, smiling as she touched her brow to his. "Listen to my heart, melamin. You are there, and so is our child."

He turned quiet as her brow touched his, and he closed his eyes so that he could quiet his thoughts and focus his mind to open to hers. It took a few minutes to concentrate, to open his mind and his heart, but before long, he became aware of a second heartbeat, which he recognized as Leia's and then a quieter one beneath that, soft and subtle. "I feel it," he whispered, as if speaking in a normal tone of voice might break the spell.

She closed her eyes, matching her breathing to his, letting the sensation of him surround and envelop her, trying to push the sensation of their child in her womb to him along the twisting tangle of the bond their souls had created between them. A faint smile twitched at her lips as she felt the life they had made together reach out tentatively toward Jake, as though wanting to make a connection of their own with their father.

"I feel it, Leia," Jake said, a hint of excitement in his voice. "I mean them," he corrected himself, his expression changing as he focused his concentration. He didn't know how to explain it, or even how to understand it, but he definitely felt something reaching out to touch his heart and mind, even as he touched theirs.

"And they feel you," she whispered, opening her eyes to watch his face now she was in tune with the bond that connected them. "They're reaching for you, can you feel it?"

"I think so," he said, that look of concentration on his face. Was he trying too hard, he wondered? "It feels like ..." He trailed off, unsure how to describe it. "Like something warm and tingly," he said, for lack of words.

"They know you're their father," she said softly, kissing the tip of his nose as she stroked her fingers against his cheek. "And we'll know soon enough if we are to expect a boy or a girl."

His expression softened into a smile, now that he'd felt the presence of their child somehow reaching out to him. He still didn't understand it, but he no longer disbelieved it. It was magic. That was all there was to it. "It's better than a pregnancy test," he told her, smiling back at her.

"I still do not understand why Sam told me to pee on a stick," Leia offered, her confusion there very obvious. "How does the stick know? Do you have to cast a spell on it? Or is it a special stick that humans have to carry around with them from childhood?"

Jake smirked, the connection with their child slowly fading as he broke his concentration, though there was some residual feeling of warmth inside him he knew was their child. "It's not magic, Lei. It's science. It's a chemical reaction of some kind." What did he know about it? His expertise was IT, not babies.

"What is a chemickle and how does it tell the stick what it’s looking for?" she asked. Ailis had once described Leia's questions as being trapped in a room with a two-year old; why was a big part of the half-elf's vocabulary.

"Never mind, baby," he told her, his turn to kiss her nose. "It doesn't matter." He exhaled a soft sigh as he held her close, not feeling sleepy so much as content. "This is nice, isn't it?" he asked. No interruptions, no one shouting or making noise, no demands. It was just the two of them with nothing else to do but enjoy this time together.

At least she had learned not to push her luck with questions, dropping the subject as soon as the hint was made. Instead, she nestled closer into his arms, smiling with him. "Mmm," she agreed. "We never get to do this at home."

"Well, we do, but we always seem to get interrupted," he said, his fingers caressing her spine again, their bodies fitted together almost perfectly. His body was reacting to her closeness in a way that was going to become obvious before long.

She giggled, tipping her head up to brush her lips against his tenderly. "There's no one to interrupt us here," she murmured sweetly.

"There better not be," he murmured, capturing her lips to deepen her kiss, clearly not finished with her yet. Meanwhile, his fingers wandered, seeking out the soft hills and valleys of her body.

It had been a while since they had been able to take their time with each other, too, a luxury Leia hadn't realized she had been missing until suddenly the opportunity was right here. It had been too long since she had been allowed to properly worship at the altar of her husband and his adorable sex noises, and she intended to make the most of it.

And take his time he did, exploring her body like the sacred temple it was. He plied her flesh with lips and tongue and teeth, hands moving over her body, giving as good as he got. He rolled her over onto her back, taking his cues from the little clues she gave him with her sighs and moans of pleasure.

Jake groaned with pleasure at her teasing, but was determined to make it to the bedroom before letting his so-called libido loose. Unfortunately, when he finally reached the top of the stairs, there was no bedroom to be had, but a small nursery on one side and a storage room on the other. He paused at the top of the stairs, looking a little confused as he glanced left to right and back, and more than a little frustrated. "Are you kidding me?"

He felt her giggle against his throat, but she didn't let up on her teasing, dragging her fingers through his hair as she moaned softly in encouragement. "You did find a bed," she murmured in a husky tone, but there was no mistaking the laugh in her voice at the idea of making use of the crib in immediate walking distance.

"Erm, I don't think so," he replied, a frown in his voice. Not only was the crib too small for them, if they dared use it, they'd probably break it. There was nothing to be done for it, but to turn around and look downstairs, but he wasn't sure they'd make it that far.

He'd started this; Leia couldn't help but let out one of her husky laughs at the realization that he had shot himself in the foot somewhat with a hasty assumption. That didn't stop her from wriggling in his arms, one hand now fully beneath his shirt to trace the lines of his muscles tenderly.

He groaned again, frustration getting the best of him. Or maybe it was his libido. He had never been too sure that that word meant. "You're gonna steam up my glasses," he murmured as he clomped back down the stairs, looking for anything that could serve as a flat surface. Even the floor would do at this point.

Lifting her head, she nipped at his lips, gently lifting his glasses off his nose, folding them, and setting them down on the first flat surface they passed - a small table by the bottom of the stairs. "There," she murmured teasingly. "No worry about that now."

"Yeah, but now I can't see!" he complained. He could actually still kind of see, though his surroundings were a little blurry. He squinted as they passed into what looked like a living room and depositing her on the couch, pausing a moment to tear his t-shirt off over his head.

She laughed as her world tipped until she was on her back - not on a couch, but a wide padded window seat overlooking the back garden - arching up to pull off her waistcoat and unbutton her cuffs as he stripped his own shirt off himself. It was a far cry from their first night together, when she had seduced him so thoroughly he could barely string three words together, and she loved him all the more for it, feeling the tender throb of their bond in the back of her mind and heart.

He wasn't quite as clumsy or awkward as he'd been that first night, but he wasted no time in getting his clothes off, too rushed to realize he'd deposited her on a window seat with a clear view of the garden until it was too late.

And to be fair, she didn't care if they could be seen or not. She only had eyes, and hands, and lips, for her husband who - though many people just saw his glasses and grin and thought him just a nerd - was the absolute center of her world. Leia loved to make sure he knew it, too, and this time, they could definitely say that they had made the most of their honeymoon within minutes of arriving.

It wasn't the best place to make love, but he'd worry about that later. For now, all that mattered was that he showed her exactly how much he wanted her and how much he had learned about making her feel good. There was very little they didn't know about each other by now, and he had quickly learned about all the little places that made her sigh with pleasure.

And through it all, their shared bond flared and strengthened, offering guidance and love when words couldn't express how deeply the feeling flowed. Breathless and sated, Leia nestled into Jake's arms, giggling to herself at a silly thought. "Do you think this is what the Chief had in mind when he told us to go away for two weeks?"

"I dunno," Jake admitted, equally out of breath and equally cramped. "But I overheard John complaining about us making too much noise and keeping him awake." He snorted at the irony of that. "You ever heard the racket he and Ailis make when they're going at it?"

"Only when they forget to shut the door," she pointed out in amusement, teasing her lips against his as she smiled. "He only complains because he's happy for us."

"I think he only complains because he likes to complain," Jake said, groaning as he was much too tall to fold himself into a window seat without feeling cramped. "Come on, let's go find the bed," he said, pulling her up with him as he got up.

Utterly unashamed of her nudity, Leia rose with him, her honey-brown hair falling about her shoulders as she stretched, shamelessly within sight of anyone who might glance in through the window. "Where do you suppose it might be?" she asked. "I think we have established that the upper floor was meant for a baby."

"Has to be down here somewhere," he said, as he led the way through the small cottage in search of a bedroom. He had to squint again, as he didn't see that well without his glasses. She'd been after him for ages to get contacts or have eye surgery, but he hated the idea of fooling around with his eyes.

Seeing him squint, Leia slipped away to retrieve his glasses once more, tucking them back onto his face with a soft kiss. "I love you very much, you know," she murmured tenderly.

"I love you, too," he said, smiling back as the world around him came back in to focus. It wasn't unusual for her to have to take his glasses off for him before he fell asleep with them on. "Ah! I think we found it!" he said, turning a corner to find a hallway off which were a small bathroom and bedroom.

"Mmm?" Momentarily distracted by his spectacular backside, it took a moment for Leia to peer around her husband and take in the lovely little en-suite master he had found. Decorated with clean, modern lines, yet still retaining a sense of the tradition that had created the cottage to begin with, she felt herself smiling. "Can we stay here forever?"

He chuckled at her question. "Only if you never want to use magic again," he reminded her. "Maybe we can find something like it in Rhy'Din," he suggested, leading the way into the room.

"I suppose it would be easier to find a place with two bedrooms, rather than trying to add one onto this place," she mused in agreement, padding quietly over the soft carpet in his wake to look out through the window once more.

"Well, it does have a nursery," Jake reasoned, but why did they need two bedrooms? He came up behind her to wrap his arms around her waist, no more concerned about his nudity than she was.

It had been five years since Jake and Leia had gotten married. Five years without a honeymoon - until now. The team had been pretty hush hush about it, letting them think they were going on a "mission" somewhere, right up until it was time to pack. It was Sam who'd spilled the beans, dropping one too many hints about packing swimsuits and such, until Leia had finally figured it out. Now, here they were bidding the team farewell before stepping through the portal to a place called Tirisano to celebrate their honeymoon, at long last. It was better late than never, after all.

Leia had been relieved of almost all her weapons, leaving her with only a pair of daggers she could disguise about her person if she chose to. Sloti, her familiar ferret, had decided he was going to stay behind while she and Jake were on their honeymoon, apparently attaching himself firmly to Grimm out of sheer mischief.

And Jake had been relieved of all his electronic equipment except for a single cell phone, which he had insisted on taking with them, just in case of an emergency. It seemed only fair that if Leia was allowed to keep a pair of daggers, Jake should be allowed to have a cell phone.

"Two weeks," the Chief reiterated sternly to his tech and magic specialists. "Don't get into any trouble."

Leia's lips twitched in amusement as she slid her hand innocently into Jake's. "Yes, sir; as you say, sir!"

Grimm was grumbling under his breath as Sloti perched on his shoulder. It was going to be a long two weeks, as far as he was concerned.

"We'll be fine. Don't worry so much!" Jake interjected with a smirk. After all, what could possibly happen?

"You better be back in two weeks," Grimm murmured, just loud enough for the pair to overhear.

"You'd best get going before the men change their minds," Ailis told the pair, nudging her grim-faced husband's arm teasingly as Leia gave Jake a tug toward the portal. Over her shoulder, the half-elf saw Sloti very deliberately stick the end of his tail into John's ear as the portal enveloped them.

"Have fun!" Sam called, waving a hand at the pair just before they disappeared into the portal.

Thankfully, Jake had gotten a little more accustomed to traveling via portals the last few years so that he didn't need to take motion sickness medicine anymore. He merely clutched Leia's hand, closed his eyes, and followed her through.

Autumn followed them through the portal, where they stepped out onto a rolling coastline, warm under the sun and cooled by a salt sea breeze. Leia blinked, feeling herself smile as she looked around. "Pretty."

"Wow!" Jake uttered as he pried his eyes open. "It's like another world!" he said as he took a look around. Or at least, another country. Very different from Rhy'Din, it seemed.

They had been warned ahead of time of the lack of magic usage in Tirisano, as well as the fact that Leia would likely be the only person not human they came across. But the borders had been opened, and perhaps when they visited Itana, the capital, they might see more variety. For now, it was like visiting a small sea-side resort on an Earth, with modern conveniences and little to alarm anyone.

"So, I guess we're supposed to go that way?" Jake said, pointing to a gravel path that led toward a quaint cottage with a view of the sea. They'd been given very specific directions about where to go, so that they wouldn't get lost or confused.

Tearing her violet eyes away from the sea, Leia turned to see where he was pointing. "Is that really just for us?" she asked, surprised and delighted with the little cottage. "Not just one room, a whole house?"

"Yeah," he replied, grinning at her reaction. "Just the two of us," he said, giving her hand a squeeze. Not even Sloti was there to get between them. It wasn't often they were afforded such privacy. "I got a feeling I'm gonna enjoy this."

"Even without your toplap to keep you entertained?" she teased, tilting her head toward him. Modern technological words would always trip her up; something that deeply amused the entire team, especially when she could produce complex alchemical and magical words without blinking.

Jake smirked at her mispronunciation of the word. They were opposites in nearly every way, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. "Laptop," he corrected, though he knew it was pointless as she wasn't likely to remember that. "What do I need my laptop for when we have all this?" he asked, gesturing around them with one hand.

"You mean you will not be absolutely stuck to a magic screen whenever you get bored?" Leia asked impishly, tugging on his hand as they moved toward the little gravel path and the cottage that waited at the end of it.

"It's not magic, Leia," he told her for about the umpteen-thousandth time. "Besides, I brought this," he said, tugging his cell phone from his pants pocket to show her he wasn't entirely "unplugged".

She laughed, rolling her eyes in delight. "How did you manage to hide that from Grimm?" she asked, genuinely curious. The full body search from the team had been quite thorough.

"I didn't. He grunted and allowed it," Jake replied with a proud grin. He was sure he'd have found a way to bring it with him despite the body search, but he was relieved it hadn't been necessary and proud he'd convinced his grumpy teammate of its necessity.

"See, I told you he likes you," she insisted. "You both pretend you are like a cat and a dog, but you always end up doing the cute things together."

"Cute things?" he echoed, brows arching doubtfully. "I don't think the words 'cute' and 'grimm' go too well together," he pointed out. "As for me, I'm adorable," he added with a grin.

"You have not heard Ailis describing him when he wakes up in the morning," she pointed out with a cheeky grin, pausing to open the little gate that would lead them into a lovely little garden set out around the cottage. "And yes, you are adorable. Also sexy, goofy, and never un****able."

He preened a little proudly at her praise, until he stumbled on one word. "Goofy?" he echoed again. "What do you mean by goofy?" he asked, imagining the Disney version in his head. Was she comparing him to a cartoon character?

Just some silliness to keep the folder open.

We're still around! We will be back!

For now, here's Jake wondering what's wrong with his pink shirt from The Losers.