"Where do you see yourself in twenty years?"
"Where do you get these questions? Out of a hat?"
She rolls her eyes at him. "They're just things I'd like to know, okay?"
"Like fun they are," Mordred says. "Last week it was 'What's your approach to problem solving?' If that's your idea of pillow talk, I'm not sure we've got twenty years together anyway."
"Very funny."
"You think I'm kidding."
"It's in a book, okay?" She folds her arms, aggrieved. "Called I Should've Known That: Significant Questions for Significant Others."
He rests his head in his hands. "Jesus Christ almighty."
"It's a bestseller! It's really good. See, there's all these things people don't talk about when they're dating, and then in a year or two it bites them in the ass, whereas if you just talk about it up front--"
"Please."
"Fine," poking him with a glossy nail. "You'll be sorry when you find out I voted for Bush or something."
"I'm sure I can weather the blow," he says.
A smile tugs at her pout. "Jerk."
"Always," Mordred says.
Mordred
Arthurian legend
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