Hugs! Hugs hugs hugs. She has a Tony and she loves her Tony.

Also pesto. Soph also loves pesto.

Tony loves pesto too! But he loves Soph more than he loves pesto.

If Soph had to give up pesto to keep Tony, she would make a show of agonizing, and then she would keep Tony! Luckily she does not have to do that. She can have Tony and pesto. At the same time.

"You guys are too cute to be allowed in public."

"Aww, but I want tiramisu."

"Then you should have tiramisu!" says Tony, snuggling her.

"But Tony, we're not allowed in public, we're too cute. We're about to be ushered out of this restaurant by the cuteness police and they don't have any tiramisu in cuteness jail."

"I am too cute for cuteness jail," Tony declares. "They wouldn't even take me."

"Maybe they have to put bags over our heads. I bet that's how they do it. They are a specialized jail and know how to deal with the likes of you and me."

"We could totally be cute even with bags over our heads."

"Now that is an assertion that needs testing," says Sherlock.

"This sounds like the subject of a cute indie short film. Two people with bags on their heads being adorable. There would be no dialogue but the title would be in French and there would be background piano."

"We could hold hands," says Tony. "And cuddle."

"While the room slowly fills with teddy bears," says Sherlock.

"Les Sacs Mignons," intones Bella, playing an imaginary piano.

"Are we generating the bears or attracting the bears with the cute?"

"Generating them," says Sherlock. "They just appear out of thin air."

"We could actually make this short film. If the credits were anonymous and we had bags on our heads no one would know how to track down the suspicious special effects!"

"We should totally make this short film," says Tony.

"Yes. Les Sacs Mignons, coming soon to an Internet near you."

"That is just even more adorable, you are going to be America's most wanted cuteness criminals and you'll have to flee to Mercury and then you'll probably just play board games with my minions and it will be even cuter, you are not allowed."

"We are too allowed," says Tony, "you just try to disallow us, look," and he hugs Soph some more and leans his head on her shoulder with the most terribly sappy expression on his face.

"Careful, she is totally the Empress of She Hasn't Named It Yet," giggles Soph, but then she is peppering Tony's hair with little kisses.