"I guess that's what I want," she says hesitantly, hating to call it something so stereotypical, but that is what she wants, basically.

Brock has to remember that, deep down, his wife is still kind of a girly girl, and she is also a woman who had never had another serious relationship. Her whole life before marrying Brock had been men trying to woo and impress her, so, in her mind, a routine with nothing special and sparkly and fun was a sign of disinterest, not comfort.

She shrugs. "I do not want, you know, a surprise trip to Paris or anything," she tells him. "Just... you know. Something."