"Good morning, Sheldon..." Amy's demeanor of tentative happiness faded as she stopped in her tracks, upon seeing Beverly's face staring directly at her from the computer screen. "Good morning, Beverly," she reluctantly added.

"Good morning. Please sit down," Beverly answered.

Amy sat, looking harshly at Sheldon. "Did you arrange a bogus therapy session on me for any inappropriate behavior last night?"

"No!"

"I called him," Beverly cut in, "To let him know that his mother and Leonard's father have begun dating."

"Oh. Okay."

"Now let's circle back to that statement regarding 'inappropriate behavior'."

Amy hastily explained, "I may have gotten very, very drunk and...laid and engaged," she finished lamely.

"I see. And do you wish to legally marry?"

The question startled both of them. "I...I wouldn't mind," Amy answered, looking up at Sheldon.

He ignored Amy even when he said, "I would be okay with it."

Beverly frowned prettily. "You don't sound very enthusiastic. Are there problems?"

"Well, in my drunken stupidity, I kind of gave Sheldon the ultimatum of knocking me up or becoming a bachelor." Again she looked at him. "Sorry about that, by the way."

"It's alright. I understand how alcohol can complicate things." His eyes moved suddenly to Beverly, who adjusted her glasses, averting her gaze.

"Yeah, I can understand it, too." She met Amy's confused eyes. "What you should both do is hold off on this decision until you are neither drunk nor hung over. Discuss it, and make the decision with clear conscience and judgment."

"Thank you, Beverly. Want me to tell Leonard about Mom and Alfred?"

Beverly squared her shoulders. "No. I'll do it. Logging off."

In the following silence Sheldon closed his laptop. "Want some coffee?"

"Sure." Amy followed him to the kitchen, picking a less touchy subject than their relationship status. "So, what's the word with your uncle?"

"He's in Vienna for the week. He added me on Facebook and has been posting a barrage of pictures to my Wall." Sheldon began to pour the coffee. "It's an outrage."

"I don't understand."

"He's one of the four best brains in California, quite possibly the world. And instead of filming his crazy experiments, he's taking pictures of women at the beach." He shook his head. "Who wants to see that?"

The front door opened and Leonard walked in, dropping the keys into the bowl with a big smile on his face.

"What is it? Did something happen?" Sheldon asked expectantly.

"Yes! Penny and I just decided to become roommates!" Leonard closed the door and walked proudly to his room.

Amy's congratulatory smile faded when she looked at Sheldon. He stood at the kitchen island, squinting in the general direction of the front door. "Sheldon? You okay?"

He looked at her. "I need a roommate."

"Well," Her voice stopped him as he moved toward the computer, "What about me?"

"What about you what?"

Amy put her coffee down, trying to push past the offense he could so easily make her feel. "I'm asking to be your roommate. We love one another, we need to talk some things over, we could carpool to Cal Tech with Leonard every day. We could easily afford the rent together, and we wouldn't have to travel to see each other. Plus, if we do decide to marry, it would just be sensible to live with our spouse."

Sheldon was actually considering her words. She held her breath.

Finally he nodded. "It makes sense," he said quietly.

"Yeah?" she asked eagerly.

"Yes. I believe there's even a key for you by the door."

"Okay. Okay. Just...Is that a yes?"

Sheldon looked at her and nodded again. "Yes. Let's be roommates."