You and your fiancée Andy were both at your apartment packing up a bunch of your things because you were moving in with him. Andy was in the living room helping you pack and you were in the kitchen paking that kind of stuff. He sat on the floor as stared down at the book in front of her, it was filled to the brim with different "punk goes pop" albums.

"Princess?" He called out with a soft laugh.

"Why do you have so many punk goes pop albums?" He asks.