"So Vega, when we're old and wrinkly and our butts grow saggy, and if we get to choose, do you prefer that you die first, or would you rather I go first instead?"
Tori rolled her eyes. Her girlfriend was in one of her (more) morbid moods (because let's face it, when is Jade ever not fascinated with death?!), and she was asking those hypothetical questions again. But hey, wait a minute…
She squealed, "You want to be with me till we're both old and wrinkly?"
It was Jade's turn to roll her eyes. "Answer the question, Vega."
Tori tapped her chin, thinking of the best way to answer Jade's question. "Well, I would rather you go first, so you don't have to deal with the pain of being all alone in the world. What about you, Jade?"
The other girl had a devious grin on her face. "I would want you to go first, and I'll get to breath in the fumes of your soul, so you can become a part of me. Then I'll follow you right after, so we won't ever be apart."