“Yeah, but it means I’ve done a good job, so I ought to keep it up,” Stanley Batton teased.

“Okay, I guess you can keep doing so.” Xyla Quest grinned like an idiot while she spoke, unable to identify a single flaw in her husband.

His lips curled into a smile as well. “Okay. Is there anything you’d like to eat? I can buy it for you before coming over.”

“No, there's nothing I want except for that milk tea from the store I frequent. Can you get some for me on the way?” she asked.

“Okay, sure.”