Yang: Hey, babe. Does my shirt smell funny to you?
Blake: (leans in and sniffs Yang’s collar) Smells like husband material.
Yang: (smirking cheesily) Smells like husba-....... (blushes) D-Did you just steal my punchline?!
Blake: (smirk) That or I just offhandedly proposed. Take your pick.
Yang: (internal squeal of delight as her mind tries to keep up with what just happened)












