That earned him the tiniest of snorts and a raised eyebrow, even as the esper got to work arranging some of the logs. She could have used her power, but after her early display, she thought it better to conserve what she had left. Losing control of it was draining enough.

"I don't know if he-- or me, for that matter-- would call you mine," she demurred. "I'd say that's assuming too much, and then he'd just be worried that you'd tag along on the nonexistent-never-going-to-happen honeymoon."