[Things have been nice lately. Strange time loops notwithstanding, Fiddleford has by and large had a nice couple of months, and he thinks that means maybe it's time to have a conversation that he'd really only want to have when things are feeling stable. He slithers his way into Marco's bedroom, the one Marco doesn't sleep in because Marco doesn't sleep. It's more sort of a personal chill-out room, and the room where it's most comfortable for them to have sex, and both of those things are very nice but not what he's after right now.]

Hey, honey. I thought, if you're not busy-- I mean it's gettin' into the warmer months and that's a great time for weddings. And I thought maybe we could talk plans. Nothin' final, just, y'know. Gettin' on the same page.