[She sees it: the moment his enthusiasm fades and reality sets in. His expression fades, the light and enthusiasm flickering out of his gaze. Who would they invite? Her students? Her friends? But they all of them are still hers. Oh, they're all friendly enough to Robert, but-- well. Urameshi had only meant it as a compliment, but he'd put it quite well: we already have our Dr. Lutece.

It stings. It had stung twenty years ago, too, when he'd asked about their parents and friends and realized that neither group would ever know who he was.]

. . . we'll indulge it.

[She meets his eyes. It would be for him, yes, but not entirely. The ceremony, the fuss, the party . . . that would be for him, and she would deal with it, for his sake. But the state of marriage itself-- that, Rosalind would enjoy very much.]

We can do it here. Or we can wait, and . . .

[She hesitates for a long few moments.]

If we resume our other state of being. We could do it in your universe.