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Shyduck beamed at him, "Ah, you make me so happy!"

Then, not waiting barely a second after Ruffian's answer, he grabbed the arm that had slipped around him, dragging him in tow towards the teacup, following the dormouse through the crack and into the teacup. What he'd expected to be inside he wasn't sure, though he was pretty sure it wasn't the splendour that awaited them, the inner room of the teacup decorated with dewdrops and roses, and an aisle that led through a leafy and ribboned archway at the end. There was no time to dilly-dally, however, as the dormouse ushered them down the aisle, instructing them both to pick up a basket and then make their way through the tables before she skittered back to another unsuspecting couple.

Shyduck grabbed two baskets, hooking one under his arm, and handing the other to Ruffian with a smile. "For you, babe," he said with a bit of distraction, already craning his head to look at the next table. It wasn't that he wanted to rush their marriage or anything, but whatever was on the next table smelled awfully good.

"Cake, look Ian, cake!"

He quite liked cake. Cake made him happy too, extra happy.

"Oh, look at them all," he exclaimed, leaning over the table excitedly. "I guess this is our wedding cake, huh?"

The table was littered with all sorts of cakes and Shiloh was tempted to take the giant slice of everything because it certainly seemed what eating happiness would logically be like, but as he reached to pick up a slice, he spotted the rainbow cake, covered in white fondant and bright as can be and immediately he knew he had to have it. That was happiness on a plate.

It was already halfway to his mouth when he considered that maybe he should have picked the more romantic one and he paused, looking thoughtful. Maybe it could just be romantic if they shared it, right? He took a small bite before slipping closer to Ian.

"Wanna taste?"

"Our...our what?"

Nearby there was a basket, with what do you know, more desserts.

"Hm, well."

Barth said, looking at the cake basket. His avatar had turned a slightly-odd silvery color.



"Perhaps it was too soon to call for an end to our culinary adventures." Nod picked up a bit of the first one, which tasted...well. Like bread and jam. His clothes stayed alarmly pink. He did not feel different.

"Hm," he said again.

"No," Barth said, taking a nibble of the spice cake. "You don't have to. You can make our wedding cake choices entirely uninformed. On the potent side."

He tasted the vanilla as well.

"Much milder. Is this vanilla? It tastes- Ah, here," he settled on the Mushroom, the earthy flavor appealing to him in a deeply-rooted sense.

There was that word again, just flippantly bandied around as if it was nothing at all. Marriage as he understood it was like a business deal and both parties had to have a vested interest for it to be worthwhile. He was sure there was also paperwork involved and permissions from parental figures. He had never heard of mice being involved, or cake as a mandatory factor either.

He carefully tried the vanilla with a claw, extremely relieved when nothing awful happened.

"I hate vanilla." he stated, curling his lip and then pointed a claw at the rainbow cake. "Absolutely not." Finally he settled on the metallic cake which was silvery grey and dangerous looking. "This one I think." he said after he had taken a bite and considered the strange sensation it promptly gave him.

Having moved on, Trex2000 found himself in a place possibly even more bizarre than the Tulgey Woods. Large teacups and saucers and things like that were everywhere, but the kid hadn't had much time to gather his bearings when a little dormouse approached him.

"Wait, m-marriage?" he stammered, resisting the tug of the teabag-clad dormouse. "I-I think y-you have the wrong person!"

And she was as good as her word. The teapot wasn't too terribly hard to spot, being as it was so massively large, and Hots made her way over after promising a similar exchange of fictional nuptials to a certain cute as ******** doormouse.

"It's a beautiful night!" She called out, voice songsongy as she trooped though the tall grass towards her husband to be. "We're looking for something dumb to do. Hey baby," she pointed a pair of finger guns at the redhead, winking. "I think I wanna marry you!"

"And you make me happy," said Ian, which was ridiculously cheesy and outrageously sentimental. If this had been real life, he would have cringed even thinking about it, but this was a dream, a game, and in this alternate universe place - just like that dream on New Year's Eve - he could maybe find the strength to say things here that he couldn't say out loud, to the real Shiloh.

He followed Shiloh through to the next area and accepted the offered basket with a silly smile on his face. He grinned a little, shaking his head in amusement, and then was dragged almost immediately to yet another table. Shiloh's enthusiasm, although still slightly difficult to match, was contagious nonetheless, and Ian found his smile widening the more he talked.

"I know you do," he said with a laugh. "What's that saying? 'Sweets for the sweet,' right?" he added with a playful wink. "You're so cute."

The rainbow cake just got a raised eyebrow, Ian holding back a smile as he watched Shiloh bound towards it, and he turned his head, eyeing the slice in his hand.

"All right, all right," he said, and rolled his eyes. "I'll play along. Gimme a taste, handsome - of everything," he added cheekily, waggling his eyebrows a little just to be obnoxious. He leaned over and took a bite of the cake, licking his lips afterwards before giving a little nod.

"Delicious," he said, and gave Shiloh a quick kiss, smiling. "Now where to next, sweet thing?"