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

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[hatesbears]

I demand a glorious wedding present to surpass the ages.

[maleficentia]

Oh dear, and all I had planned was this stuffed bear's head. Pity.

[hatesbears]

Well. You KNOW what they say, "something old, something stuffed, something stitched, something with its head askew."

[maleficentia]

My, if I'd known those were the rules, I'd have gotten married years ago.

[hatesbears]

Years ago, I was jail bait.

[maleficentia]

And to think, you'd have missed your shot at a cantankerous, black-hearted old author.

[hatesbears]

If I were a LESSER person, I would make a rim shot quip. But no, rising above such childish humor, I will merely pull out my ukelele and serenade the cavity where your heart once was.

[maleficentia]

Your affinity for the high road is touching. What's the customary thing to s--ah, yes. You make me want to be a better person.

[hatesbears]

You complete me.

[maleficentia]

I'm the king of the world?

[hatesbears]

If this boat doesn't have gratuitous foggy cars.

[maleficentia]

Or a propensity to rain at a moment's notice.