A degree... You could teach that class. Be a-- professor of punology. [No, Wanda, that's alliteration, not a pun. But good effort!

As the dock draws nearer, she can't help but wonder about who all he's dreamed about. She purses her lips, wanting to dismiss the thought again, but it's clearer now than it was. She nuzzles him again to try and get rid of it.] ... Did you want to-- do anything after this?