“You think I’m kidding, but just wait. When we get married, I’m going to buy you a farm as a wedding present. Then we can rent a giant tour bus, drive it to the shelter, and load up all the dogs, cats, random ostriches, and foul-mouthed birds.”
“That sounds perfect.”
“Which part?”
“All of it,” I said, as I put my head on his shoulder.
The End