"But I have another story to tell," Oliver says as he glances at his notebook. "My readers need to see it."
"I am sure they can wait." "You have been writing continually for the last several months."
"Of course, sweetheart," "How can you even ask me something like that?"
"Come here," Oliver says, pulls Elsa onto his lap and kisses her on the cheek. "Show me the ways I can make it up to you."