"Oh! How sweet—and how brave." She cheered up.
"That reminisces me… I wished to inform you about your surprise."
"Are you altering the subject?"
"No. You said PMS. I commenced the recent broadened use medicine. It's a birth control medication that's taken every day for three months, so your body is deluded into supposing it's not that period. Now you don't have to set up with my PMS every month—and I found out there is a herb that can help diminish the symptoms. Now my hormones won't whirl me into a rabid hound every twenty-eight days. Isn't that great?"
He smirked. "It is unless you save up all that grief and whirl into the bride of Frankenstein if you skip a dose. Will I have to doze with one eye open?"
She dabbed him playfully. "No, smart-ass. It won't be any awful than any further PMS I've had. I can offer you back your key at the initial indication of turmoil if you're worried."
