They read.

20,000 Leagues Under the Sea lies balanced between them, and they share the underwater adventure in a comfortable silence. Outside of the crackling fire and patter of the rain, only their whispers interrupt the quiet to confirm if the other has finished one page before turning to the next.

This is the third classic they've read together, and she's still awed by his curiosity, his ability to adjust to modern language, and the fact that they share a common interest.

"You are thinking and not reading," he murmurs, eyes still focused on the novel.

She smiles. "Am not."