Izzie's bare feet were very cold on the tiled floor of the kitchen, but she remained standing because of the onslaught of information and questions from Archie. Er--what? There had been food (food was all that was really important anymore), and it had quite suddenly turned into house-hunting and hospital-visiting.
Why her fiance found the need to spew all of this out in one quick, rapid-fire breath, she had no idea, but as it settled in her head, Izzie nodded and sat down at the table.
"We can ask the healers how often they want us to come at our next appointment, which can be---next week, or something," Izzie said, somewhat distractedly as she leaned forward to get a good whiff of the chicken. Merlin, he shouldn't tease her with food and then ask all these hard-hitting questions. "And--I guess, you do need a house if you intend to carry me over a threshold."
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