Jason's just staring over a forkful of lasagna at Felicity like he's never seen her before and has no idea when she suddenly appeared at the table. When Iris speaks, he sits up, making a face. He can tell Iris is beyond embarrassed and decides to try to answer for them. "We uh.....haven't.....discussed that....and it really hasn't been that long."

Felicity tilts her head, stirring her lasagna up rather nonchalantly. "I mean, you want to marry each other, right?"

John groans even louder, throwing his head against the back of his chair. "She's horrible. Don't talk to her. She's absolutely awful and I'm divorcing her right now."