"Hey, I'm magic, biology might not apply."

"I don't think magic is a good reason to expect specific random absurd nonbiological things to happen."

"Sshhh, sssshhhh, people will think you're the sensible one and that's embarrassing because I'm thirty thousand years old."

"Oh, beloved, I'm sorry. I am the sensible one."

"Hmm. No, can't be."

"You wanted to drive around in a tank."

"That turned out to be not sufficiently paranoid."

"And would it help, in paranoia-inducing circumstances?

"It might."

"Well, you didn't know about circumstances when you suggested it."

"That just shows I have foresight."

"Foresight," she informs him solemnly, "is not sense."

"Is too."

"Fine. You're sensible and loyal and sweet and passionate and I'm unutterably lucky to have you."

"You are the best person in the entire world and you are mine."

"I'm pretty sure by most objective standards Ghandi has me beat at the whole 'best person' thing."

"False."

"I love you desperately but you don't qualify as objective by any possible standard, dearheart."

"You have brought more happiness into the world than anyone else possibly could. Also Gandhi was a bit of a dick."

"Oh?"

"I didn't meet him, we stick to this continent. But I heard that somewhere."

She snorts and kisses him on the nose and snuggles closer.

Good.

"Other people experience happiness besides you, you know."

"This is by far the most intense happiness in the world."