Tyler’s POV

“Have you had enough?”

            She glanced up to me, mouth twitching to a faint smile. “No, thank you. My pussycat is still badly aching.”

            I laughed way hard; so hard that it bounced off at every leaf and flower living and growing in this garden.

            “Elaine Winona Rutherford, the soon to be Mrs. Tyler Jane Moonstorm, I am talking about the breakfast at The Gazebo.”

            Realization struck her like a lightning crashing a tree. “Oh…”

            Her expressions made me giggle even more, to the point that even Remus himself is cackling like a quacking duckling,

            “Oh!” She scratched her head. “I thought you wanted to jackhammer me in...