You sat next to Usnavi in your wedding dress as the two of you ate your wedding dinner. Usnavi had his hand resting on your knee as the two of you ate. You grabbed the champagne and poured some more into your husband's glass, and he chuckled. Cold champagne. You guys had a bet a couple years ago that whoever moved away first got the other a bottle of cold champagne. And Usnavi almost did move away from you. But he didn't. And now the two of you were married. You guys brought that up every single time you had some champagne.

Now, technically, you moved away first. Let me get you some cold champagne, my love.

He grabbed the bottle and poured it into your glass, pecking your lips both when he got up and when he sat back down.