"Goodness, are you? That's such a surprise, considering you're you and therefore amazing! Would it help if I drew you a map?"
"Of how I love you. There would be lots of hearts. Maybe some flowers, too, it would be very pink and I'd be embarrassed to show it to anyone."
He laughs. "Only as a last resort. How about if I try again, hmm - I love you! There, did that work?"
"What about if I say it now, hmm?" he murmurs. "I love you."
Was that a vague hint at an innuendo? From Adarin? The man must be going crazy. It's the kisses. Or the cake. One of them.
"Ooh probably. Wouldn't want it to go stale in case it takes you a really long time to get through to me."
He gives her a quick kiss, then retrieves plastic wrap for the cake. He's familiar with it by now, they've occasionally kept leftovers. Into the fridge goes the chocolate cake.
Then?
Well, that's entirely predictable. Kisses?
Hopefully it was a good birthday.
"Of course. Hope you have an eternity filled with more. They're fun to celebrate. Though the baking was nerve-wracking."
He laughs. "Maybe, but then where would I get help from nice people at the grocery store that take pity on me?"
"Perhaps you can take up another complicated hobby. You can get advice on knitting from little old ladies in yarn stores."
"I would make you tacky hats. Warm and soft, but tacky, tacky hats. Completely useless to you, since cold is harmless to you."