"Ah, here's something. Do you know the Jabberwocky?"

Her eyes lit up, she laughed merrily -- "YES! 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves / Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: / All mimsy were the borogoves, /And the mome raths outgrabe." She thought for a while, her eyebrows drawn together. "'Beware the--' is it this already?" She looked back at him, his faint, almost incredulous smile, and he only looked back her her, his eyes unreadable and dark against the light. "'Beware the Jabberwock, my son! / The jaws that bite, the claws the catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun / the frumious Bandersnatch!'" She laughed again, looked back at him, while he continued to only look at her.

She laughed a little sheepishly, suddenly a little embarrassed at her excitement over a poem. "I memorized that when I was smaller. 'Still remember it a bit. Wh-- what is it?" He was still looking at her, smiling, laughing a little, still with an aura of incredulity around him. "What?"

"You-- you're so perfect. I never ever thought I'd find someone like you."