It's something about counting. Or, to be completely honest, it's more about losing count of precisely how many times each of them has whined about something in particular - whether it be body parts aching or being rained on one too many times or someone breathing too loud.

The quota has been more than filled and the time for socializing (and sleeping on something proper) has been reached.

"Because as much as we love each other, dear," she grins here, lips tugging upward affectionately. "We will drive each other mad if the only other things we see for too long are trees."