"If you ask the Doctor he doesn't need help, remember?" Liz rolls her eyes at the idea, but it's really looking probable. "Would...you be OK with that? I know we wanted things to be stable for our kids," Oh, God now she's saying kids in plural, too. "but maybe that's like wanting water to turn into wine." Her eyes shift a bit when she realizes given the Heaven V Hell thing that might actually happen. "Or...just...it might never happen no matter how much we want it. Might be better to just relax and live."
She blushes a little. "I know it doesn't really matter where we get married, but the more I thought about it the more it seems like something I wanna do." Liz knows she's probably gonna get picked on for having a very girly moment. "This is, in theory, the only time we're gonna get married and it should be special, don't you think?"
She snickers at the idea of Owen wanting the car. "Do you have any idea how jealous our rich celebrity neighbors are gonna be when you come back with this car?" Maybe that's why he's doing it. Liz wouldn't put it past Owen to take great pleasure in one upping a bunch of Hollywood types.
Liz snickers at that comment and waits for Owen to do the gentlemanly thing and get the car door for her. "You'll just have to defend my honor, won't you?" She teases as she tries not to laugh. "Not like I can kick someone's ass myself. It's the 40s." Liz says pointedly. "Wouldn't be very ladylike of me."
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She blushes a little. "I know it doesn't really matter where we get married, but the more I thought about it the more it seems like something I wanna do." Liz knows she's probably gonna get picked on for having a very girly moment. "This is, in theory, the only time we're gonna get married and it should be special, don't you think?"
She snickers at the idea of Owen wanting the car. "Do you have any idea how jealous our rich celebrity neighbors are gonna be when you come back with this car?" Maybe that's why he's doing it. Liz wouldn't put it past Owen to take great pleasure in one upping a bunch of Hollywood types.
Liz snickers at that comment and waits for Owen to do the gentlemanly thing and get the car door for her. "You'll just have to defend my honor, won't you?" She teases as she tries not to laugh. "Not like I can kick someone's ass myself. It's the 40s." Liz says pointedly. "Wouldn't be very ladylike of me."