Adarin laughs. "Planar nationalism. Is that a thing? Should I invent a new word for it? I kind of want to invent a new word for it."
"Hmm. Planaralism? Planarism? Those both are kind of a mouthful..."
He snickers and kisses her. "Yes, but it's delightful. Planorianism. Plane, pride, pride in plane.... Plaide? I'm going with plaide."
"True. That is a bonus. But I think we can do better, my dear. Planarianism? Planar proud. Ploud?"
"A planarian is a kind of worm," Isabella points out. "Ploud sounds like you're trying to say 'cloud' and screwed up."
He snorts with laughter. "I'm trying. Thinking of new words is hard!"
"I'm sure something will enter the lexicon over time as it becomes a more relevant concept."
"Aha, so you're suggesting that we leave it alone for a while. I'll accept that. We have the time to wait."
Nuzzle! "I'll enjoy every minute of it. Unless I'm set on fire or something. Or something horrific happens. You know what, this is just not working out for me, I'll enjoy every minute of it with you, there."
"My presence is not actually a particularly useful ward against fire."
"Darn. Then I'll add the caveat that if I'm set on fire I will probably not enjoy it, even with you there."
"Well, I'll do my best to put you out as soon as possible so you can go back to enjoying yourself, if ever this happens."
(He's got a ghost of a smile on his face.)
"It shouldn't, I would try to put out a fire that was on just about anybody. It doesn't mean I liiiike you or anything."
"No? My heart is now broken, Isabella. I shall wander the planes, grieving. For years. I'll let you know if I find anything cool."
"I do like you, you just shouldn't jump to that conclusion because of the fire thing!" Snuggle.
He laughs, snuggling back. "I will take this lesson to heart. My broken, broken heart, barely mended with an application of a small band-aid."