He gently squeezed her hand, and smiled, and kept from kissing her cheek again. Barely. Silly old man. Stop it.

She was strong and smart and pretty and he was too soft for that sometimes. he followed her, and walked with her. "I would rather have just a small place for us. With maybe a little expanding space, but not a lot, you know?" He waggled his other hand, trying to make an outline of something medium sized. "I saw something like a cottage and thought that it, or something like it, is what we need. What do you think?"