I wouldn't say all looked after... [she ventures jokingly, though she doesn't even have a vague idea of what more she could have him do for her. She kind of just wants to...stay in bed. That's no good.

Then he's pursuing the topic she'd moved on from, and she chews her lip and drums her fingers nervously on her stomach.]

It's -- stupid. [Her voice is a shy mumble. She isn't looking at him anymore.] Um. ...I thought of a name. For -- this place. Like we'd make something of it, or -- I don't know. I-if we'd stop somewhere -- someday. How we'd make that...work.