"I really, really like that time," Steph says, brightly. "... also, I don't know if you noticed, but you just spilled warm cider all down the side of my shirt, so we're going to have to postpone checking the fields while I get changed anyway."

Beat. Grin.

"And I really like this shirt unstained. Which means you owe me."

Any reason's good enough. Hey, they're practically newlyweds. Sort of. Ish. Okay, it's been a while.