"I donít want you to go."
"I know, darling, but this such a cool gig Iíd be a fool to turn it down."
Max watched as Ceri checked over her equipment piece by piece and packed it carefully away.
"Hang on, are you taking the old stuff?"
Ceri snorted before replying, "If you mean my 35mm, that would be a yes. The client wants both digital and Ďold stuffí."
"Cool, does this mean I get you alone in your dark room when you get back?"
"Play your cards right, banker man and Iíll see what I can do."
"I still donít want you to go," Max pouted, making Ceri grin. She put her camera down and went over to give him a hug.
"Itís only for a couple of week, darling."
"21 days," Max replied pointing to the paperwork Ceri had received in the post. "21 days in the back of beyond, no doubt with no cell phone signal. Do you really think I can survive without hearing your voice for three long weeks?"
"Oh, Max, you make it sound like Iím off to another planet. Iíll be at the Kakadu National Park, and I wonít even be staying in a tent. Iíll be staying in Katherine, in an honest to goodness guesthouseÖwith running water and everything. So, my darling, youíll be sick of the sound of my voice by the time I get back."
"I love you, Ceridwen."
"I love you, to Maximillian."
"Iím proud of you as well. Itís a big deal to be chosen by the Aboriginal owners to do this photo shoot. I know youíll knock Ďem dead."
"Thanks, Max. I have to go, the taxiís waiting."
"Iíll keep the darkroom warm for you," Max replied, kissing her soundly.