stanford pines' love language is quality time.
he feels like he lost so much time, so many years stuck in the nightmare realm that he relishes any moment that he gets to spend time with you.
the most monotonous tasks like brushing his teeth or folding laundry feel so much more enthralling with you there.
wanting you to tag along on his anomaly hunting, eager to see the excitement and awe in your eyes with every new anomaly you encounter.
sitting underneath an impressive oak tree, your head resting on ford's lap as he reads or is writing in his journal.
no words need to be spoken, just the two of you relishing in each other's presence.
"say ford, do you ever get tired of our routine?"
"no, not particularly. what makes you ask?" he hums, glancing down at you with a raised brow.
"just curious, you've just had such exciting adventures in the past. i know you were literally stuck in another realm, but i sometimes wonder if this gets boring." you admit, fiddling with the leaf that had fallen from the tree, the colors transforming with the changing of the seasons.
ford closes his book, leaning forward and pressing a kiss on your forehead suddenly.
"my dear, i could never be bored in your company. any thing i get to do with you is truly an adventure of its own."