There are some levels of connectedness and intimacy which can only be attained after 10 years of marriage.
Hubby: Do you want a drink? I can make you something.
Me: I think I'll have a gin and tonic. I can make it myself.
[gigantic ice spheres for cocktails]
Hubby: I should get you the Death Star molds. You can make ice that looks like the Death Star.
Me: I don't want the Death Star in my drink. They're the bad guys.
Hubby: Yeah, but the alcohol disintegrates the Death Star, thus saving the galaxy while you drink.
He gets me, he really really gets me. Warms my heart...almost as much as my drink does.