"What is love?" she asked, tearing off a hunk of Italian bread from a full loaf.

"How do I know?" he said.  "Can I have some?"

"What's the magic word?"

"Please," he said, smiling at her.

She slid the bread toward him.  "You said you loved me."

"I do love you."

"But you don't know what love is?"

"I don't have an exact personal definition," he said.  "This crust is perfect."

"It's the best part of the bread."

"I agree."

"So, how can you love me, if you don't know what love is.  You have to think about that.  It's important.  People say they love each other all the time, but what does that mean?"

"It probably means something different to each of them."

"Right.  So what does it mean to you?"

"Do you love me?"

"That won't work.  I asked you first," she said.

"What do you want it to mean?"

She threw a tomato at him.

"Fine," he said. "But this better not get me into trouble."

She raised her eyebrow and smirked.

"Everything about you is perfect. When I'm not with you all I can think about is getting back to you.  Being with you, is the most important thing in my life.  I feel...happy when I'm with you, like the world is the way it's supposed to be.  I feel you here," he said, putting his hand on his chest.

She tore off another hunk of bread and ate it.  "I wish they made bread with just crust.  Pie too. Pie never has enough of the crust that's on the edge.   And fine," she said, "I'll marry you."

He let out his breath and grinned.  "I did good, right?"

"You did very good," she chuckled, slipping a ring onto his finger.  "Mine," she said, pulling him into her arms.  "If you cheat on me, I'll kill you.  Just so you know."

"Okay," he said, still smiling.  "I believe you."

"I mean it."

"I know."

"And you're okay with that?"

"Uh..."

She punched him in the arm.

"Yes.  You can kill me if I cheat on you," he said.  "But what if you cheat on me?

"It won't mean anything," she said.  "Isn't that what all you guys say?"