[Though he sees that look, knows its significance, Gale can't help himself at both suggestions.]

Excellent choices. I can't wait to see what you'll pick.

[Morena livens up.]

Blueshine! Now that would look wonderful for a wedding. I'll be sure to have some imported before then—

[Gale cuts her off this time.]

We're not quite there yet, mother, but when we start planning, I promise you will be the first to know.