Philosophy on the opposite sex: What does that even mean? Is she supposed to sum up all her issues in one succinct little text box? How is that even possible? Nevermind. Doesn't matter. She just starts writing.

A husband should be one's closest friend. A confidante. Reliable, trustworthy, and dependable. A man who enjoys spending time, who listens, and who isn't afraid to acknowledge his emotions. Someone strong, but sensitive, who understands that intimacy is about more than good sex.

She frowns as she runs out of space to write.

'Haven't worked on it since I got here,' she says, a bit distracted. 'Haven't really had the time, have I?'

She looks up at him, studying the lines in his face. She's determined that she's not going to ask why he barged into the Crescent Moon offices after she'd only been gone for ten minutes.