Natasha makes a dismissive gesture with her hand. Excuses, excuses. "Yeah, but there's more of us every day. This is one of those rare occasions where the dating pool is actually growing instead of shrinking." There's a pause, and then she grins at him. The 'daring you to call me on my shit' grin that he knows better than anyone. "Fine, how about this? If neither of us figures out our dating lives by the time we're 50, we'll get married."