"You know," she said, startling him out of his own reverie, "We don't have any rituals."

"We don't?" he said.

"No, we should have rituals."

"Such as?"

"Well, when you put my collar on me, you should say something ritualistic."

He sighed internally. And it had been such a nice quiet ride, too. Well, that's what you get for collaring an intelligent woman. Or anyway, one whose mind is always working overtime.

"So we don't have any rituals, huh?" he asked. "Are you sure about that?"

She stopped and thought for a minute. "No, I can't think of any."

"Give me some more examples of rituals, then," he said. She grinned a mischievous grin.

"Well, maybe I should have to ask permission before I start eating. Or before I get into bed." She fell silent, busily thinking up more rituals.

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