Regan and Jameson met three years ago in Baltimore, where they both studied poetry in grad school and bonded over liking and disliking the same kinds of poems. After a couple of years of being friends, something changed. They talked all day sometimes, until the early hours of the morning, showing each other songs they liked. They often played a game in which Regan played songs on the speakers and Jameson improvised on his guitar along with them. She always tried to stump him with experimental songs she thought would be impossible to play over. They began dating soon after that and were married not even a year later, on October 17, in Baltimore. Jameson's dad officiated, and his brother Ben played “Little Green Apples” on the guitar. The lights in the sanctuary were off, and sunlight came through the gothic windows in long diagonal lines. Now Regan makes biscuits from scratch on Sunday afternoons, Jameson pulls a chair into the kitchen and plays music for her, and they still pretty much talk all day.