Note: This one is a little different seeing as how they are already together...

Warning: These may not be accurate answers.

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"We are not going to Asia!" Oliver shouted. Sara rolled her eyes. "Please. Like you don't want to visit Hong Kong!" Sara replied. "That is literally the entire point! I went there during my "Five Years On The Island", so why would I go back to a place with such bad memories!?!!?"

"Fine," Sara grumbled. "So where do you want to go?" Oliver thought for a moment. "I think Florida's a great place to go. I have always admired warm weather." Sara snorted. "Since when? Your favorite place used to be Russia." Oliver gave her a look. "Since when do you remember that stuff?" he asked.

Sara gasped in mock surprise. "I always pay attention!" she said through giggles. "I could name all of your favorite things!" Oliver smirked. This would be fun.

"Ok. If you have such a good memory, who do I like better? Barry Allen or Ray Palmer?" Oliver asked. It really was a hard question, especially since they both dated/tried to date Felicity, who Oliver is very protective of, but he had mentioned it before, so she better know it.

"Easy. Barry Allen because you are like a mentor to him, where as Ray is another billionaire who actually has dated Felicity." Oliver was shocked into speechlessness. That was exactly what he had said that day!

"Now, I have a question for you: Who is my best friend?" Sara asked. Oliver didn't know the answer, but based on who she had hung out with, it was likely Nyssa al Ghul.

"Nyssa al Ghul!" Oliver said with triumph. Sara rolled her eyes at his enthusiasm. "Well done, goof, but I have one last question. If your wrong, then I pick our honeymoon. If I'm wrong on yours, you can pick our honeymoon. If we both get it wrong, or we both get it right, we'll try to compromise. Deal?" she said as she stuck out her hand for him to shake. He nodded and shook on it.

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"So, what is my favorite kind of dog?" Oliver asked. He had decided that this was a safe bet, because he had said that on the first date. Sadly, she remembered everything from that date.

"German Shepherd," she said happily.

She had thought long and hard on this question, but then she came across the perfect question.

"What. Is. My. Middle. Name?" Sara asked gleefully. Oliver rolled his eyes. He had to memorize her middle name for the wedding.

"Joy," Oliver said with a smirk. Sara frowned angrily. "How in the world do you remember that?" she asked. Oliver smirked. "I'll never tell," he said gleefully. She rolled her eyes.

"Well, I guess we have to compromise," Sara said with a smile. Oliver laughed.

"Well, if I'm being honest, I was going to pick Paris," Oliver said. Sara laughed. "That's just cheesy!" she giggled. "Well, I'll do cheesy for you," Oliver said. Sara rolled her eyes. "That's even cheesier!" Oliver looked at her and opened his mouth, (To say something cheesy) but Sara kissed him before he could say anything.

"Well, I guess our problem is solved!" Oliver said in a daze. "Really?" Sara asked. "And how is it solved?" Oliver came out of his daze before responding with, "Well, let's just go to Paris!" Sara laughed and threw her arms around him. Oliver smiled and returned the hug. Maybe this honeymoon really would work out...