Sheldon awoke the following morning with a warm Amy Farrah Fowler pressed up against his body. Sometime during the night, they had gravitated towards the middle of the bed, and he was spooning her.

He slowly extracted his arm from his girlfriend's side then froze when her eyelids fluttered open.

Her bottom rubbed up against the front of his pajama pants as she twisted to look at him through half-closed eyes. "Good morning," she purred.

He shifted his pelvis slightly. "G...good morning," he stuttered.

"Did you sleep well?" She asked.

"Surprisingly, yes. I actually feel well rested."

"Me too."

He sat up against the pillows and ran his hand along the sheet and comforter. "It must be the bedding. I should check the tags to see what brand the hotel uses."

"The bedding is nice," she agreed, "but I don't think that's the only reason I feel so well rested."

"Is it the cooler air?"

She reached up and stroked his arm. "Having you here next to me is really nice. I wish we could stay here all day, but I suppose we should get up."

"I really need to use the facilities unless you need to go first."

"I can wait."

When he returned, Amy was sitting up in bed with the comforter at her waist. Sheldon averted his eyes from her chest and glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand.

"We overslept!" He began rifling through his suitcase for clean clothes.

Amy picked up her watch. "It's only 8 a.m. We're on vacation."

"We're already behind schedule. We should have been leaving the hotel now to make it to breakfast by 8:30."

"Sheldon, it's okay if we're a little behind schedule. The museum doesn't open until 10, and we can skip the market today if need be. Another option is eating at the hotel to save some time."

He opened his mouth to argue then thought better of it and ran into the bathroom to shower and shave.

She shook her head in amusement then leisurely stood up and stretched. She gathered her clothes then sat on the edge of the bed and clicked on the remote to watch the morning news as she waited for her turn.

Sheldon emerged from the bathroom in record time completely clothed and freshly shaven. Amy inhaled his intoxicating blend of soap, shaving cream, and baby powder as they skirted around each other to switch places.

A few minutes after the shower shut off, Sheldon performed his signature knock on the bathroom door.

Amy poked her head out. "I'll be out soon."

"What's taking so long? The water stopped running..." he consulted his watch, "six minutes ago."

"I was combing through my tangled hair, and now I'm applying lotion. I need to keep my skin smooth and supple."

He gulped. "Let's wrap this up. I didn't brush my teeth yet."

"Me either."

He sat on the bed while she finished slathering her body. She emerged from the bathroom shortly after and beckoned him to join her.

They squeezed into the tiny room. He stood in front of the sink square in the middle. She squirted toothpaste on her brush and nudged her boyfriend to scoot over. They quickly brushed and flossed side by side.

At Amy's convincing, he reluctantly agreed to swap Friday's and Saturday's breakfast venues. Today they would eat at the hotel to save time.

They were welcomed by a hot breakfast buffet, which included an omelet bar, waffle station, and an array of various breakfast items. The couple sat down at a table for two near a window, their plates loaded with bacon, eggs, toast, and fruit.

"I don't know what I'm most excited about - the presentations, the vendors, or the fact that I'll be able to show off my vast knowledge on one of my favorite subjects," he said between bites.

She smiled up at him as she chewed her food, occasionally interjecting her thoughts as he chattered animatedly.

Sheldon continued his nearly one-sided flag conversation on the drive to the museum.

As they wandered the exhibits hand in hand, he ceased talking about flags to comment on what they were seeing.

His eyes lit up when they arrived at the Social Robots exhibit. The fact that he was the only adult building robots didn't phase him. Amy stood off to the side as her boyfriend happily assembled various components.

"Amy, you're missing out on the fun!"

A few months earlier, he had embarrassed her when he rode a children's train at the mall. She decided this time she would join him. Soon she was having almost as much fun as he was.

They ended their visit with a trip to the Imax theater for a showing of A Beautiful Planet. Amy gripped Sheldon's hand when she felt as if she was floating above the Earth's surface.

"I enjoyed that more than I thought I would," he remarked as they drove to their next destination.

"Me too."

"Thank you for suggesting we do some touristy things."

"I'm glad you're having a good time."

They stopped for a quick lunch at the market, as per their agreement, then returned to the hotel to check into the convention.

The host provided them each with a name tag and directed them to the hotel's library for the first lecture.

After they took their seats near the back of the small room, he turned to her. "I've dreamed of this day for years."

She squeezed his hand. "I know."

"Hey, aren't you Sheldon Cooper?"

Sheldon regarded the older gentleman seated next to him. "Yes, I'm Dr. Sheldon Cooper, but I'm sure you figured that out from my name tag."

The man lowered his gaze to the tag then back up at the face of the younger man beside him. "Actually I recognize you from your internet show Fun With Flags. I'm a huge fan!"

Sheldon turned to his girlfriend. "Did you hear that? He's a huge fan!"

The man leaned over Sheldon to peer at his companion. "I recognize you, too. You're Amy Farrah Fowler. I can't believe I'm in the presence of not one but two celebrities."

Amy replied, "I'd hardly call us celeb..."

"Amy, let the man finish."

"I'm sorry, I've been rambling. I know who you are, but I haven't introduced myself. I'm James Powell and I'm a flag enthusiast."

Amy reached over to shake James's hand. "It's nice to meet you. I'm glad you enjoy our show."

"What's been your favorite episode so far?" Sheldon inquired.

"They've all been so good, it's hard to choose a favorite. The one where you two wore the old-fashioned swimsuits was epic. I wouldn't have thought to do a show featuring beach warning flags."

The three chatted about the show and flags in general until the speaker entered the room and introduced herself to the group of about 100.

Fifteen minutes into the presentation, Sheldon leaned over to his girlfriend and whispered, "Where are the props? Maybe I should go up there and throw in some fun facts to liven things up."

"Please don't," she hissed under her breath.

"Why not? Even James here," he nodded towards the man, "looks like he's about to fall asleep, and he's a self-proclaimed flag enthusiast."

"When we're back in our room, I'll let you rant all you want about how you would have done it better," she murmured.

"Fine."

After the lecture they walked to their Friday dinner destination. Sheldon attempted to engage their waiter in a conversation about flags. The man feigned interest for a couple of minutes then headed to the kitchen to pick up an order and to, no doubt, escape the tall physicist.

The couple returned to the hotel to partake in the remainder of the evening's activities then headed for their room.

"So was it all you dreamed it would be?" Amy asked as they got under the covers.

"And more. The lecturers could have added a little more pizzazz to their presentations, but overall it was very informative. I actually learned a few new tidbits," he mused.

"What? And I thought you knew everything there is to know about flags," she teased.

"If you're trying to flatter me, it's working."

"Well then," she slid closer to him, "what if I told you that you were the most knowledgeable person at the convention?"

"You would be correct."

She leaned over and pecked his cheek. "Goodnight." She scooted over to her side of the bed, removed her glasses, and turned off her nightstand light.

"Wait. That's it? Don't I get a reward for being the most knowledgeable person?"

"What do you have in mind?" She asked warily.

"For starters, you can come back to the middle of the bed."

"Okay..."

She laid next to him on her back. When he snuggled closer, she turned towards him so they were facing each other. He leaned in and touched his lips to hers then deepened the kiss. She responded by stroking his arm; he mimicked her actions. When they came up for air, he moved slightly away from her.

"What's wrong, Sheldon?"

"Nothing. We should really get to sleep." He rolled into his side, stretched his arm to his bedside lamp, and turned out the remaining light, keeping his back to her.

She nuzzled up to him, and they both fell asleep within minutes.