A Research Study and Czechoslovakian Wedding Pastries

Veronica, sensible and tired of the drama, sighs. "I never said yes to a wedding. I said yes to maybe thinking about a wedding."

"High praise," he says.

She laughs, pulls him close, and for a moment, the genius is just a little boy on a swing.

"Absolutely not," Mary says, arms crossed. "He's a child."

"Do you want more friends?"