And he's funny. Be still, Joel's heart. But three weeks is an awkward milestone - short enough to still feel unsettled, long enough to start dispelling any pipe dreams of a quick trip home.

"Seven months," she says, briefly angling her cup towards him in a more understated mock-toast than the one Joel received. Speaking of dispelling pipe dreams. But look at her, she's got an apartment and a job and a vampire. It's not all doom and gloom. "How are you adjusting?"