Annie: It was Birch who helped me get my parents the insurance payout they deserved. Well, Birch and his boss.
Thorn (flashback): We’re here to defend against a dragon, not predatory insurance companies. But of course, if you should happen to have a day off the next time she visits them . . .
. . . who am I to say what you should do with it? What day would that be, by the way?
Annie: . . . Next Monday.
Thorn: You don’t say! Not only is Birch available, but so are Peach, Marula, and Wreath. I hope they spend that time doing something fun.
Annie (narrating): Pretty soon we were doing all kinds of things together. The dog liked him . . . I liked him . . .
Birch (flashback): I’ve never been to a small-town dance social before . . .
Annie: Don’t be nervous! Nobody expects you to know what you’re doing.
Oooh golly, you know what you’re doing.
Birch: Aww, you’re just saying that.
Annie (narrating): After he lost the leg, he told me his motivation during physical therapy was knowing he had to dance like that at our wedding.
. . . Guess that won’t work out now anyway. Not unless we put the whole thing off until after my post-rescue rehab.