[ It's not really about the sandwiches, though--it's about not asking her to carry burdens that are meant to be shared between the both of them. He wouldn't chalk that up to chivalry, but to his love for her. Not that he wouldn't help someone else in a similar situation, but he takes a particular pleasure in doing things for her because he loves her more than the breath of life itself. Their shared happiness is a beautiful thing in the way that it grows stronger with each day, each gesture, the both of them feeding into each other and in turn nourishing themselves.

Clives brows arch in amusement when Jill confirms that yes, she does in fact want him in nothing but overalls, and he chuffs a laugh as he gives her a squeeze. ]

As you wish, my lady. I shall procure them forthwith.

[ As they approach the cottage and it comes more clearly into view, Clive is actually surprised at just how much he likes the look of the place. It's relatively small, but still looks large enough for both of them to stretch their legs out without getting cramped. There's something pleasantly familiar about the stonework, about the shapes that comprise the little house--it feels right somehow. ]

It is beautiful. It's been a long time since I've lived anywhere so... green.

[ He allows Jill to take the lead, following along to the front door, but before she opens the door, he stoops to scoop her up into his arms, bridal style. ]

Allow me.

[ Deftly, he opens the door and angles them in such a way that Jill won't be in danger of hitting her head on the frame as he steps over the threshold. He sets her down once they're inside, but it felt right to carry her in, because this little cottage feels like the kind of place where he could live with her for a long time. ]

It has a fireplace, as requested. Let's take a look and see if the bath is sufficient.