"Florence, honey, you know I love you. Will you marry me?"
That stopped her. "You mean it, Sol?"
"Of course."
"It's not just because of this diver?"
"Why, honey, how could you think such a thing? If I'd never brought it in for you, I'd still want to marry you."
"You never said so before," she said. "But okay. If you do it now. Right now, Sol Jones."
So the merchandise stopped coming in while we plugged into the video and participated in a moving and legal ceremony. The marriage service was expensive, but after all we could teleport in a few thousand credit blanks from the Solar Treasury. Immediately after we had switched off, we did so.
"Are you sure you married me for myself, Sol?"
"I swear it, honey. No other thought entered my head. Just you."
I made a few notes while Florence planned the house we would have, furnished with rare materials from anywhere. I thought one of the medium asteroids would do for a base for Sol Jones Intragalactic Transport. I could see it all, vast warehouses and immediate delivery of anything from anywhere. I wondered if there was a limit to the diver's capacity, so Florence desired an encyclopedia and in it came, floating through the doorway.