"Mmmm great nouns, though. I love your nouns." Still in bed.

"And I love you." She gets her pants on and leans over to kiss him on the head.

Eeeeee. "I love you, too."

"Don't you have an early class this quarter?"

"Not on Mondays."

"All right. But if you wanna eat breakfast with me get up."

"Nnnnhhhhhfine," he says, getting up and stretching and going for clothes.

"Nah, just incremental. Although incremental's still pretty good."

"What does incremental even amount to at this point?"

"Oh, more vivid audio memory of you making delicious noises at me, that sort of thing."

"...oh. I like your eidetic memory."

"It's good stuff."

"Makes me wonder what we even repeat the experience for," he teases.

"Once my memory is perfect we will only ever do anything twice for the benefit of your poor sievelike brain."

"Sievelike?"

"Yes. Sievelike. Full of pasta." Pat pat.

"Pasta! Why would my brain be full of pasta?"

"Because it's like a sieve, I just explained."

"Sieves serve for things other than being full of pasta."

"All right, full of hardboiled eggs."

He giggles. "Well, for one who can get all her satisfaction out of memories, you sure seemed to enjoy last night."

"Of course I did, lovely." Smooch. "You are entirely enjoyable."

"Good, I wouldn't like to only have you do unspeakable things to my body out of a sense of duty or something."