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[dragonvolunteer]

Weddings, thinks Cimorene, are all very well and good, provided that somebody else is doing the planning. However, she knows perfectly well that if she lets Willin and her mother plan everything (or anything), the whole event will be so blown out of proportion that she might not even see Mendanbar until after it's all over. And that would rather

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[simple_secret]

Guess what's distracting?

Things walking on your feet under a table can be distracting!

[dragonvolunteer]

They certainly can!

Cimorene almost drops her pen in surprise, but manages to peer under the table with a very small amount of dignity intact.

There's a fox under the table. That's new.

"Er...hello," she says tentatively, because she's not sure if this is a talking fox or not. One can never be too certain.

[simple_secret]

Hello, the fox replies politely. I'm sorry, is this table taken?

[dragonvolunteer]

"No," says Cimorene, smiling at the fox. "Please, be my guest."

She moves the seating chart over to one side of the table and tries to clear off a decent sized spot, tossing her list of names onto the pile.

[forest_king]

" . . . oh, dear."

[dragonvolunteer]

"I don't suppose you feel like helping?" she asks. Her tone is wry, but her eyes sparkle when she looks up at him, and she's very bad at concealing her grin.

[forest_king]

". . . we could elope."

What? It's helpful.

"Good evening, Cimorene."

[dragonvolunteer]

"Be careful. If you say that too many times I might just end up agreeing with you," she says with a small laugh.

"Evening," she grins at him, pushing out a chair so he can sit.