I don’t regret knowing myself, ma’am. I don’t even regret…being myself. - Lois McMaster Bujold

“We were told the Betans killed you, sir,” he said suspiciously.
“Yes, it’s a rumor I’ve had difficulty living down,” said Vorkosigan. “You can see it’s not true.”
“Your funeral was splendid,” said Koudelka. “You should have been there.”
“Next time, perhaps,” Vorkosigan grinned.
“Oh. You know I didn’t mean it that way, sir. Lieutenant Radnov made the best speech.”
“I’m sure. He’d probably been working on it for months.”

In all, in truth, it was a problem for another day, Ivan decided. When life and chance handed you an afternoon as idyllic as this one promised to be, it seemed profoundly ungrateful not to pay attention.

Let me help. Rhymes with I love you, right?