Zed and Sky had stayed behind and were chatting with Will, Sky sitting on Zed's knee as if nothing was going to get them apart again in a hurry. Victor and Uriel were playing cards at the kitchen table. Trace looked cute in an apron, chopping vegetables with a surgeon's precision.

Trace is cooking Nonna's lasagna."
"Wow. I must see this."
"He was wearing her little apron and everything."
"Got a camera?

So, Zed, isn’t this a killer outfit?”
“Certainly a killer, baby.”
“Good, because I’ve bought another five just like it.”
“You horrible, teasing fairy. If you really have more of those fashion disasters in your bags, I’m gonna hang you on top of the family Christmas tree in December.

I'm crazy, Zed.' There, I'd admitted it.
'Uh-huh. And I'm crazy too -about you.

Yeah, well, not many boys take their girls out on a duck shoot with them as target for a first date. You have to give me points for style.

What were we talking before I was so rudely interrupted by a flying citrus ?