"It was an honest question," he says softly, shaking his head. But they are nowhere near a real discussion of that at all. Besides...he's already married. Even this is a few years ahead of his time...and he's not sure if he's still even alive, in her time.

Thinking about it makes his head hurt, so he doesn't.

"I'd rather they ask questions than be afraid to," he continues. "Even if they do need a bit of guidance from time to time."

The ink on the page is nearly dry, so he stands from the chair. "Now we had a deal, you bring me to the picnic and I help you fix up a bit..." He's not about to let her get away with not letting him help.