Dean! Please do not talk about your meat in public. That's bedroom talk only. Or maybe later in the garden once it's very dark, very late and the children are out of sight.

Meg rolls her eyes and hands him the started beer. "My hero. My manly man. Did you hunt and gather the meat all yourself too?" Even in perfect little dreamland it seemed they have to snark to survive.

Still, before she pulls away she kisses him. Okay. Maybe a little different to the snark of the real world.