She listened quietly, a smile appearing on her lips, "A writer huh...Surprisingly I can see that. You sitting in a little nook and typing away. God I guess we are just a couple of right fools. Lets make a deal Phiny." She paused turning to look at him,"If we survive this. I will buy you a very expensive typewriter and then we should just get married. I mean I'm old enough now to be a spinster and there is really no one who is a proper subject for a husband. I mean we could be happy..I think..I would even let you be unfaithful as long as you never bring her home. I'm flexible...and rambling. God...I shouldn't have mentioned anything this is ridiculous...we barely even know each other." She turned to sit back down her expression both red and flurried.