"Something very appropriate," Thomas confirms as somberly as he can. But soon enough he broke into a smile and winked at Saoirse as she got the instructions and handed them to him. "Am I to read these out loud? Or is this strictly for my benefit?"

Thomas looked side-long at Greta, and she just looked so-- she looked wonderful. She seemed happy, and he couldn't remember the last time that he had felt so content. Maybe it was a terribly domestic way to spend an evening, but he was rather overjoyed to be doing it at all. It didn't hurt that Saoirse was delightful.

"I think you're conspiring to stay up late, you know. I'm on to you," he said gesturing from his eyes to her face.