Yep!

(Life is good for now. He doesn't think about that.)

"I'm really glad you two showed up."

"Our pleasure. We're not disrupting your studying?"

"I'm assuming you haven't seen my grades. I'm fine."

"Was not in the slightest doubt, but sometimes people achieve their brilliant grades by studying a lot."

"I mean even if I bomb my next exam I can afford to do that," she clarifies.

"Okay. Are we going to talk strategy or just hang out and hug all day, not that I object to that, but people are staring and we could go up to our place -"

"We could talk strategy, we could head up and hug, we could go out and do something more specifically recreational than that, we could check if Curufin has work today and include him in talking strategy..."

"Opinions, lovely wife?"

I want to finish this cinnamon roll first, she thinks happily, and then I want to wash my hands because it is profoundly sticky and then I do think including Curufin on strategy would be sensible.

We are going to finish the cinnamon roll and then fetch a Curufin, apparently, he tells Imliss.

Okay.

And while Idaia is finishing her cinnamon roll: Hugs.

No question.

And Idaia finishes her cinnamon roll and cleans her hands with moist towelettes and then they can get in the car.

Boston is not very appreciated by the tourists. 

It does its best, poor dear, but it really can't compete with the alternatives.

I was prettier than Tirion, let's face it. Mortal cities don't stand a chance.

Las Vegas by night was impressive! But yes.

Las Vegas was lovely but only because it's where I married you.

You are a hopeless romantic.

Anywhere with you in it would be the most beautiful place in the world.

...well, not Angband. Anywhere else.

Thank you for that mental image, she shudders.

Angband's gone. He'll never be able to do that again.

Not in that specific location, no.

Not anywhere, we'll fucking nuke it.