I keep feeling like there's more going on here than I realize. If this is some sort of bizarre courting ritual where she's from and I wake up tomorrow hungover and married there is going to be some explaining to do. I could think of worse people to wake up married to though.

"I climb on walls and talk to spiders, I think I'm fairly well qualified to decide," I say, curling my hand around hers. That's not to mention being grown in a lab.