Penny and Sheldon were spending a quiet evening together watching the Doctor Who Christmas specials on DVD. She'd enjoyed seeing tiny Astrid stand on a box to kiss the Doctor in Voyage of the Damned; it was something she could relate to, she thought, looking over at her tall fiance.
Between discs, Sheldon took her hand in both of his and said, "You know, according to our wedding planning book, it is the groom's responsibility to plan the honeymoon."
"Really? And have you been thinking about it?" she answered, snuggling closer to him.
"Of course I have. My research suggests Hawaii as a common convention for this type of situation."
"Hawaii? Really? But, we'd have to fly there. Sheldon, you hate flying."
He gave her hand an affectionate squeeze. "That's true; however, I think being with you would mitigate my apprehension."
"Aw! That's one of the sweetest things you've ever said to me! Hawaii would be romantic, but it's also at least a five hour flight. I don't think I'll be able to wait that long after the wedding to finally have my way with you," she replied with a suggestive look.
With a crimson blush he conceded, "This is one instance in which you may be right. I'll simply have to continue my research."
In the end, they saved the Hawaii trip for their first anniversary; for the honeymoon, they took a train to Santa Barbara. Luckily for both of them, their hotel was within walking distance of the train station...