She’d eaten more in the last two days than the last month, it seemed.  “How is it that you can cook like you do and are still unattached?” she asked with a mouth full. “There are women who marry for a lot less,” she told him.

            “You would marry for less?” he asked.

            “Oh, no, not me.  I would demand at least that,” she said.

            “Hmmm.”  The same routine appeared as the previous evening regarding the clearing of food and the fire.  The same clear skies with the sprinkling of stars dotting the night.  No breeze, but the air was cooling off as the sun disappeared behind the mountains.  Bobby handed Anika his jacket, stirred the fire and added more wood.  He grabbed two beers from the cooler, popped the tops and handed one to her.

             “No, really,” she said.  “I’ll be marrying Superman.”

            “Superman,” he repeated.

            “Yes.  You know, man of steel, faster than a speeding bullet, x-ray vision.”

            “Let me get this straight.  A man of steel?” 

She nodded.

“Faster than a speeding bullet?” Eyeing her pointedly, “that probably wouldn’t be a problem.”  Blushing, she frowned at his insinuation.  “X-ray vision?”

“Yes,” she said irritably.

“Again, probably not a problem.  Anything else?”

“Well, strong morals, of course.”

“Of course.”

“I’m sure there are other traits.  I can’t remember right now,” she wrinkled her nose in thought.

His chuckle sounded sinister.  Clearing his throat, he said, “There are a couple of others you may have overlooked.”

Hesitating at the gleam in his eyes, she finally asked, “Such as?”

“Oh, like stamina, which would be a great trait.  I try to practice that one myself.”

“Maybe you should try restraint.  That would be a good trait for you.”

Ignoring her, he went on, “Freezing breath.  Don’t forget about flight.  Intelligence, and ah, one of the most important,” he paused for effect, “longevity.”

“Well, that sounds promising, and quite impossible for any mere mortal,” she shrugged delicately.  Then let out a sigh of regret.  “Yes, I probably will never marry Superman.  He is probably already taken, I suppose.”   Then taking one last stab, “I guess there’s nothing in his abilities about cooking, is there?”