[Well nothing makes a prospective husband sweat like threatening to go entitled bridezilla on him. At least they'd already established they were past the notion of wanting to get married. Small comforts, and all.]

No, I'm fine. Getting used to the shakes. [He can handle an earthquake just fine but it's the combination or everything that's making him queasy.]

It'd be nice if you want to stay over sometime. [Or regularly. Or all the time.] We could do Thai. Every Thursday. [Okay maybe don't talk about food while he's prone to throwing up.] Go out after a few drinks at Josie's and. Just do something normal.