Heh! Three hearts. [Duh. She knows. But he likes to remind her because--] All of which to love you all that much more.

[He pulls out his arm from behind him and reaches out to wipe the strawberry mousse off of her nose, holding his finger out to her so that she can lick it off.]

Imagine one of these days I will. The thing you've got your fingers stuck in--it's not really built to 'hold it in' for that long. Hopefully by the time that happens we're already used to sharing the bathroom together.