A/N: Happy NOLYversary everybody!

Two whole years of... this. Thank you to everyone that reads, started reading just now, might start reading in the future and find this note, and those of you that will outlast us all.

You're all the best.

Their first year anniversary is weird, there's a flooded bathroom, and then some roleplaying. In that exact order.

Andy blames it on Ben, and though April deep down doesn't believe him she also, absolutely and one-hundred percent does super believe him. While Ben scrambles to get a plunger that isn't in the house, Andy catches her attention with a finger pointed to the ceiling and a satisfied smirk all over his cute, chubby face. It's been one year and she still can't get over that she can just think that without any sort of awkward, internal repercussions. Better yet, she can act on those thoughts. Still, there's a whole lot of water on the bathroom floor and she's a little curious what there is to be so smug about at that moment.

"Babe, would you believe me if I said I did that on purpose?" Andy asks with a fine coating of that Dwyer-branded suaveness. He grins again.

"Yes," she answers without any hesitation, or a smile. "It's still kinda annoying."

"Exactly," Andy says as if it makes any hint of sense.

"Yep, so now we have to-"

"Ah!" Andy interrupts her with that same self-satisfied look. "See, that's where you're wrong babe. You're super smart, but not Macklin smart..."

"Okay, Burt," April stresses the name and has to bite back a smile, turning it into a roll of her lips that he knows all too well. With a cool shift to even more of a slouch, April transitions into her smooth, nonsensical accent, "Why the distraction? Who've you got on your tail this time?"

"Ma'am, that is top secret information."

She can't have looked away for two seconds and somehow, from somewhere, a pair of sunglasses has mysteriously appeared on his face. Why was that working for her?

"Maybe you were thinking the..." April glances at the bathroom, where Ben's shouting for them in dire need of assistance that they clearly do not want to give, "Governor would find out you sneaked into his secret ball to come whisk me away?"

"It's the perfect diversion," Andy-turn-Burt growls with pride. "Besides, it's a special day for you and me, Ms. Snakehole."

"Oh?" April slithers forward, putting an arm around his neck and lazily stroking the back of his neck with her fingertips.

"One year ago, today-" Andy/Burt takes a firm grip of her waist and dips her backward, a little wavy and sloppy because she almost loses balance but he manages to hold onto her. She looks up at him, silly grin and all in this absurd, all-too-athletic for her position that she can already feel failing. "We first met in that bar."

"Oh, yes," April purrs.

"I think we need to celebrate such a... momentary occasion." Andy doesn't skip a freaking beat, and April breaks for half a second to chuckle to herself. "What?"

"Nothing," she assures him before returning to character. "What's your plan?"

"I was thinking maybe we go to that nice wine place in Eagleton. Y'know, kinda like a bar but for rich weirdos, and Macklin and Snakehole can ruin the place," he whispers and gives her a nip of a kiss at the side of neck.

They speed out of the house before Ben can finish another howl of desperation. Leslie would probably visit later anyways, so there was no need for either the World's Greatest FBI Agent or the Mysterious Con-Artist Widow to be there in the first place.

Besides, they have work to do.