[A wistful smile drags across Crichton's face. Bring Aeryn home to meet the folks, that sounds kinda nice. Really nice, actually. He doesn't know about weddings just yet though. That's an awful lot to ask of Aeryn still.]

I didn't know you were a married man. Why isn't your lucky wife with you now instead of me?

[He snorts.]

No. That was figurative. I don't know if I could even begin to explain what Christmas is to them. It would take a while, that's for sure. I'd have to start at what a calendar is first.