"Just something someone said about it once, that they look like the Rockies." Her hands are on his face and she closes her eye, biting at his lips as they separate again. She can't remember the last time she was this happy, and it has nothing to do with her birthday or the glacier (okay, well, maybe a little bit of it is the glacier), but just from being here with him.

"And then what? Do they do something with it when it's done?"