"Well good morning there, Juliet." Izzy grinned up at Mary.

"Ugh. It's like…six-twenty. What do you mean, good morning?"

"I mean," he said, climbing up the ladder. "Good morning." He kissed her nose when he reached her. "Juliet," he repeated.

"Oh no," she began, pushing him away slightly, her hand on his shoulder. "If you're going to compare us to some classic couple, it will not be Romeo and Juliet."

"And why not?" He stood back, crossing his arms.

"Because they die!" She threw her arms up.

"Good point. How about—"

"Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy."

He took her hand.