’ Alex nodded, looking down at the writing pad in his lap and drumming the pen against it. ‘Right,’ he said, trying to force his thoughts back o...to the task at hand and away from Holly’s legs. ‘Well, uh, I guess you could start assisting me by answering a few questions.’ He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. ‘You know, to get me started.’ Holly leaned back against the couch cushions, looking apprehensive. ‘What is it you want to know?’ she asked. ‘I guess, for starters, when and. It's not like I have any food allergies or anything. No, although this peculiar sensation has been prompted by certain herbs once or twice before, to my knowledge those agents are all extremely rare. We're talking no longer of this world, if you know what I mean, so I doubt 'Chez Ritz', or whatever this eatery is named has the necessary access needed to acquire them. No, this is just poor timing, a bad coincidence. But I've experienced it many times in the past where I've had nothing serious to. Dangerous, though; clever, too.”“Right, that settles it. We’ve been telling people we’re husband and wife. By this time tomorrow it must be the truth. First thing in the morning Bishop, you must marry us. Once it is legal it will remove a lot of the reasons for them to come after us. Once we are away from here we can decide what we want to do, but right now we need to get away so we are not constantly looking over our shoulders.”“Not exactly as I had planned my wedding, but I suppose you’re. " Oh, for heaven's sake, Wilbur. Why do you always have to pretend to be devoid of all emotions? I was watching you when you opened Bert's book, you know. Likewise when he saw the Peacemaker. You could not hide anything in those moments." I don't have an explanation, Alfred. It's just how I am, I suppose. Life is too short, even in our extended version, to take anything too serious for long. And emotions do slow things up a lot. Though to be honest with you chaps, tonight's proceedings were.