VII. Polygaymous.

[maleficentia]

Well, color me a blushing bride, if you can. If anyone else has matrimonial inclinations towards yours truly, I suggest they get the burning secret off their chest as soon as possible, because the boat is leaving for Iceland post-haste (this means you, Georgia). At least, I think Prudence said Iceland. She's the globe-trotter, not I.

Bring on the chicken nuggets, psychoanalysis, and cognac. I'm ill already.