"I... tend not to put much stock in ideals," says Miles. "That kind, anyway. It's not possible to define perfection into existence. What would I look for in the ideal Lady Vorkosigan? Well, I admit I wouldn't have predicted the haut part, but - as you can perhaps tell from the fact that I married you - I'm rather enamoured of the whole package. I would stand in a circle of inexplicably dyed foodstuffs and swear to be your spouse and helpmeet, forsaking all others, united in love, giving aid where needed and accepting it where given, et cetera et cetera I always forget the bit at the end, for as long as we both shall live. And any external complainers can take a wormhole jump to hell." He pauses, then adds, "I promise to leave that last amendment out of the actual ceremony, if and when. Unless you think it'll add flair."