Rachel smiled. He was so adorable when he talked like that - it shouldn't really be allowed. "Reid, law is the closest job you can get to acting without it actually being anything to do with entertainment. Politicians, lawyers, judges - they all act. It's a crucial part of their job," she said, trying to picture Reid in that funny white wig that judges wear - do they actually still wear those?

Note to self: research judges' appearances.

"Well, whatever it is you'll want to do - I have a feeling you'll be great at it," she concluded, pecking him lightly on the lips. And she wasn't just saying that because she was his girlfriend just a teeeeeeeny bit, perhaps; Reid did have something about him that enabled his excellence in so many topics. He was a perfectionist - and you can't get any better than that.

Kids. HOW did they get to this subject? "I know what you mean..." she mumbled, finding the first big whole in what she had thought she MIGHT want to do. Great. . . Well, later - think about that later.

Rachel giggled at Reid's explanation. "I don't know if I should be encouraged or disheartened by that, Reid," she looked down at her shirt and began fiddling with her tie as she contemplated what he had just revealed. "Your father will come around one day - look at how my parents treated me on Christmas. They weren't like before, but it certainly didn't feel like the whole of Antarctica separated us," she said, remembering how Christmas had gone.

She couldn't WAIT to see Rel again - he must have forgotten all about her by now, though. Shoving that thought to the back of her mind, Rachel giggled at Reid's comment and leaned her head back so that it was resting on his shoulder.

Man, she was more tired than what she thought.