"They fight like an old married couple," Bellamy told her once, as he sat next to her.
"Monty and Harper," he clarified. "Those two would have been married for sure, back on the Ark. She laughs and he smiles when she does so. It's true. They fight rarely as they get along well enough. When they do fight it is as if they've known one another a thousand years.
"Can you imagine what it would be now? If they were to be married?" Clarke asks as both her and Bellamy watch as Harper waves her arms around, her face heated. Monty's face colored in shame.
"You mean algae instead of cake?" Bellamy responds, smiling even more.
They had weddings on the Ark. Clarke remembers only one of them, her neighbor's wedding. They were a joyful affair, full of dancing. Clarke also heard about weddings before the Ark. Back on the ground, weddings of food and cake and ridiculous clothing. Enough cake that the tradition was to waste some of it, on their spouses face.
Now that she was on the ground, weddings never happened. She considers this as she thinks of the chocolate cake from Mount Weather. The Ark didn't have food plentiful or rich enough for something like a wedding cake.
"I didn't like weddings all that much, not on the Ark," Clarke says, and Bellamy looks down at her. He nodded before responding.
"I guess I never went to them either, I spent my time guarding or with Octavia," he paused "I guess you didn't like them because you're not one for dancing," she went to retort but he sent another jab her way. "Or fun."
Gawking, Clarke turned to face Bellamy who was smirking.
"I like dancing!" She defended, "And I am fun."
He just chuckled and shook his head.
"Alright, Princess, whatever you say."