"Cecil Honeychurch, is that you?" Levi feigns shock as he approaches his husband, a plate of pastries plucked from the buffet balanced in his hand as he goes in for a one-armed hug. "It feels like I haven't seen you in... ten years!" It's been thirty minutes. Thirty whole minutes off on his own. "Why, you're even handsomer than I remember!"

Ten years later and Levi still can't let go of the theatrics. His lips spread into a goofy grin and he offers out the plate of pastries, wanting to make a trade for Abby. There's already a baby bjorn strapped to the front of his chest, ready to go. He had mindlessly walked off with it earlier.

"I got this for you. Are you impressed by my hunting and gathering ability?"