Getting a little ahead of yourself there, aren't you Rose? We haven't slapped on the holy manacles of matrimony yet! The matrimanacles, if you will.

[He sticks his tongue out.]

But alright. You go do your thing, I will go do mything, and hopefully the timeing will work out perfectly. [He leans up to give her a quic kiss on the cheek before dashing away into the kitchen. Goodbye, Rose. You go do your thing, John has breakfast to make!]