Author's note: Well, my apologies about not posting yesterday, but fanfiction was being difficult and wouldn't let me log in. I'll throw in an extra today to make it up to anyone who cares.

Jason's point of view. Word: Run.


Inspecting the huge array of dishes Marie had placed on the table, Jason told her, "You've outdone yourself."

"Well, you know—our anniversary," she said.

"Yes, but really," he said in mock-suspicion, smiling. "Are you trying to fatten me up or something?"

Marie laughed. "How could I?" she responded, scooping a spoonful of rice onto her plate. "You're always running."

Jason's smile slid from his mouth.

True.