Steven's face is definitely heating up. "I can keep the volume low," he says. "And I'll get some coffee ready in the percolator for if he does wander down."

He finishes with scooping his cookies and takes them to the oven. Sets his timer.

"He's not really my husband yet," Steven reminds Hythlodaeus. "But. Someday. When it happens, I'll invite you to the reception."