Timmy frowned, adjusting the wording of Senator Platt's upcoming speech then sighed. He slid his glasses up onto his forehead and rubbed his eyes. When he felt strong arms wrapping around his neck he leaned back into Donald's solid form.

"How's the speech going?"

"As a start it is serviceable, but far from perfect."

"Nothing is perfect, but this comes close." A glass appeared in the edge of Timmy vision and he reached for it without hesitation. After taking a slow sip Timmy smiled, some of the tension easing in his shoulders.

"This is exactly what I needed, thank you." He took another sip then set the glass down before turning to kiss Donald. ""You are even more perfect than the martini."