"Haha, sorry. But like—" How to put it? "I just don't really... have any idea what all of this is supposed to look like, you know?" Maria shrugged. "Aside from one of us eventually dying in some tragic way and the other marrying a man and settling down, because that's all I'm getting from fiction. But you're real. Also, you can't just tell me you have a maybe-girlfriend and not dish."