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Isabella chuckled at the young man's words. "Phineas, you can't travel to Indonesia, simply become a sage, and expect villagers to flock to you. It's a bit more complicated than that."
"If I didn't know any better, miss," he poked at her ribs, resulting in a giggle, "I'd assume you were deeming my philosophical values unrefined."
"No, it's not that at all!" She laughed once more at the conversation's absurdity, progressing from the monthly church donation to Indonesian sages.
Phineas pulled himself into a meditation position, lids shut. "Yeesh," he smirked. "All I do is try to be a nice guy, save you the trouble of setting ethics for our children-"
"Our children?" Shock merged itself into Isabella's timbre. Far as she was aware, only she and Phineas dwelled within the petite abode.
"Well... yeah." His cerulean orbs exposed themselves and a vastness of certainty. "What did you think, we were going to regard our lives complete without hearing construction in the backyard?"
The young woman of twenty-one years shook her head and smiled, careful not to let Phineas notice. She wondered who would remain more youthful: their hypothetical children, or her current fiancé.