Vancouver sighed. He'd knocked on the door three times already, and nobody had noticed. He knew they were in, he could hear the telly blaring, two voices arguing about how you pronounce 'scone', and a third telling them to shut the bloody hell up. He sighed, and knocked again. This time he heard footsteps. Yorkshire answered the door with a cry of; "Whatcher doing over here? Ain't seen yeh since the World Meeting!" He shifted and stared at the floor. "Um, is London there? I'd like to speak to him please..." Yorkshire went back and literally dragged poor London by the arm right to the doorway. "'Ere's yer boyfriend, what d'yer want with 'im?" He yelled... boy, was he loud. Then he went back to finish watching telly. "Hey... what do you want? I haven't got all day, you know" London said, rubbing his sore arm. "Well..." Vancouver pulled the bouquet from behind his back. "I got you these flowers... I thought you might appreciate them, is all...t" he trailed off. "Wow, Vancouver, I mean, thanks... A lot, I..." London stared at him and smiled. Flowers? Sure, everyone called Vancouver a wimp and a girly-boy, but he was London's wimpy girly-boy.

"Well, I can tell you guys don't really want me here, I'd better be go-MMPH!" He was cut off as London grabbed his collar and kissed him full on the lips. And they were both completely unaware that Yorkshire and Lancashire were watching and giggling like schoolgirls. Until they got the camera out. London bolted after them, wanting their guts for garters; meanwhile Vancouver sat on the doorstep and sighed again.