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[kitchen_maid]

Amy, with tea and a smile, sitting at a table and tapping one foot impatiently against the floor.

She's been tapping it for the better part of a week now. Her wedding is in just under a fortnight.

Come talk to her. Please?

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[obligatoryass]

"You might want to get that checked out by a doctor," Logan says thoughtfully. "I mean, it could be a sign of something serious. Like major stress. That causes ulcers."

Nevermind that stress and ulcers are not so much in vogue in Amy's time and place.

[kitchen_maid]

Well, they exist, they're just not, you know, linked. Or talked about much. Or something.

"Get what checked out?" asks Amy, eyes wide with concern. She's not really conscious of the foot tapping, after all.

[obligatoryass]

"Your foot," he says, pointing. "It seems to be going up and down at a very high rate of speed. I'm guessing it's almost matrimony time?"

[kitchen_maid]

"Oh!" Amy very deliberately puts her foot on the floor and manages to stop tapping it. For a moment or two, at least.

The smile is dazzling. "Not quite two weeks."