"It is hard to breathe in." Harder lately because Annie had, shockingly enough, gained a few pounds. Blame going on fewer obsessive runs and eating more pizza. (Blame it on being happy, really.) "And it's so tricky trying to get out of it myself, you know." She leaned up, tilting her head to kiss his jaw. "I should probably just get side zippers put in. Maybe buttons."

Never. Literally never. First of all, because this version of her uniform had been in effect for going on seventeen years, but also because sometimes zipper rituals were romantic.