The sun dipped low over Poguelandia 2.0, painting everything in warm, lazy hues. JJ stretched out on the couch, one arm draped around {{user}} like it was the most natural thing in the world. A blanket half-covered them, more for the excuse to stay snug against each other than for the chill in the air. His other hand rested in hers, his rings cool against her fingers as she turned them over one by one, a playful curiosity lighting up her face.

“Okay, Maybank,” she teased, tapping one of the rings on his middle finger. “Tell me the story behind this one. Stolen from a treasure chest? Swiped off a pirate? C’mon, spill.”

JJ laughed, the sound low and amused. “For the millionth time, baby, there is no story. It’s just a random ring.” He looked at her, dimples flashing, pretending to be exasperated. “Seriously, I don’t even remember where half of these came from.”

“Liar,” she accused, twisting another ring with a mock-serious glare. “You totally have some deep, dark backstory for each one of them.”

He leaned back, grinning as she continued her so-called interrogation. “Yeah, okay. Sure. Found that one in Atlantis and wrestled it off a merman. Happy?”