"After so many times I think it will be tattooed into my memory. Nevermind that any mobile device is going to have to catch up." It's still stupidly funny. For being so ingrained in the truth she has a delightful sense of humor.

She hit the nail on the head that time as surely as nails struck through the Messiah's palms. (Allegedly because it's not a very sound limb to fix someone with it was probably wrists. Far more sturdy.) They're constantly together, she is so near and dear to him. And yes, it has been only so long. Love doesn't know about time or years or anything like that. They practically live together, that's living in sin. And the sin of premarital fornication. Oh but why oh why would he ever deny himself when it is easier to ask for forgiveness? All that aside, Verity and Matt. Matt and Verity. Serious.

"I don't respectfully add delicious short rib to your title." His faux sigh of sadness is disrupted by a short laugh at his own joke.

Matt clicks his tongue. "The best part would be your baking but I think that it's just fine in normal capacity. We'd just be biting off more than we could ever chew."