Oh, but they're all silly. [She laughs, a little more openly, but she's blushing and looking away. Maybe she's not entirely comfortable admitting all of them, but she did open the door.]

They're just things like... imagining what it would be like for you to recite love poems or Shakespeare to me. Making love in Paris, in a gigantic bed with the doors wide open so we could see the Eiffel Tower lit up afterwards. Falling in love with you again and again in different places and times.

Silly, romantic, fairy-tale type things.