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Head looked at the dormouse in shock. "Of course I can talk, your tail can't talk?" Snakebyte couldn't help but chuckled at Head's question. "You're so precious, Bro." Ladies' compliments was a good reward for the Mad Hatter, he smiled in delight.

When they finished, they were pulled forward the frantic dormouse to the second table. He giggled, hand moved between the Jabberwock and the Hatter tablets before finally picking up the Hatter one.

"I am Jack of Hearts. Would you excuse me a few minutes to pick the trinkets?" He grinned and then moved towards the box, picking out - a jar of ashes, still warm, a variety of coins, printed with White Rabbits, Dormice, Cheshire Cats, Mad Hatters, and Gryphons, a hat tag, labeled with an impossible fraction, a dried rose, a tiny dead bird in a small wire cage and a red heart, cut from paper. To be specific, Head did. It shoved its head into the box and spit out those items. One might suspect there might be more considering it was chewing something in its mouth.

"No my tail can not talk, I don't know what it would say if it could."

"And of course I will." Trisha grinned and started picking her own.

A tiny ceramic unicorn, A small minipet brush, A single knitting needle, A jar of rainbow candies, A dried rose, A tiny glass animal, A small silk sunflower.

She liked the flowers.

She took them all and put the in the tea pot waiting. It was going to be awesome. She clasped her hands a bit giddy.

It was amazing how this hole thing wasn't phasing him, especially when he took her hand in return. She would of thought the ring would feel weird around her finger, but instead it felt...just right.

And then he leaned in. Jack_Blue froze on the spot and closed her eyes (she may have even pursed her lips in anticipating, puffed out cheeks and everything), but instead felt him connect with her cheek.

O-oh. Well okay then. That worked too, she guessed.

With a cough she pretend to look down at her new ring to compose herself, then looked back with a smirk. "Course we can, husband."

His hand lifted in a small return wave. She was happy, she was playing the game with someone else.

He couldn't break that for her. He didn't want to. But he hated fouof with a burning passion. He wanted to set fire to her right there but not in front of Olivia. Never in front of her, she would be scared.

He wanted to destroy that other ghoul but it was just a game. Really it was only a game. He couldn't watch anymore. He shifted to more invisible and took off. He would let Olivia's fun be... after all it wasn't like they actually got married. It was just a little side quest. Just a little game. Then why did it feel like rusty scissors cutting his heart out?

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The blonde would scrunch up her nose at the proffered trinkets but politely shook her head, holding up her basket to show she had made her decision. And she was going to stick by it.

And speaking of sticking by, fouof pursed her lips thoughtfully as the Cheshire boil turned tail and left. She refrained from grinning in front of OuO, endeavoring instead to looked confused and surprised despite the fact that fouof was going to keep an eye out for him.

What that entailed exactly, fouof wasn't sure yet. All she knew was, she was going to enjoy herself doing it. But first! Their rings had to be made and the items were carefully poured into the teapot. Out came a simple copper ring that smelled strongly of cinnamon with tiny, multicolored fuzzy squiggles detailing it like a caterpillar's pattern.

He... just left. Disappeared and left with only a small little wave and a look on his face that she did not like. OuO expression turned into something of a pout as her fingers curled into a fist and fell to her side. She'd have to find him later, maybe they could do a quest together so he wouldn't give her that look again. Yes, maybe that would make him feel better.

The sound of their completed rings brought back her attention to their little mini quest of sorts and she turned back, giving the other ghoul something of a sad little unsure sigh over what transpired. This was supposed to be fun after all, so she took in a deep breath (oddly enough) and put on a smile, a little forced at first but easily enough grew genuine when she saw what the items she had picked out this time produced. It wasn't so chaotic as the one for Andrew or oddly shaped as the one with Molan. This one seemed alittle more... streamlined with with little hearts and bits of glass. It smelled oddly of paper. She held it out for fouof to get a look.

OuO was delighted to see her ring had been well received by her current partner in this fun game of marriage. She watched intently as fouof bowed at the waist like she'd seen some boils do, bemused all the while while she replied with a very awkward curtsy (she wasn't used to doing them, and her outfit made it a little difficult).

When fouof took her ring, she had a moment of panic, worried that it was going to be suddenly stolen. And was simply left confused that it had been placed on her own finger along side the others and then the other pressed in her hand. Was this a different sort of ritual? She hadn't seen this before, so she just kind of repeated the action, slipping fouof's ring on her.

Did she want to kiss as well? Andrew said it was customary. But if fouof made no motion to do it, she would be totally fine.

All the fun sounds were going off at least! Commencing their marriage. Yay!

Epithet walked past the mouse wedding planner, hooking an arm around the first NPC he saw; this time it was someone called the Doctor. In any case, he did not particularly care who or whatever he was going to do this with because it was the result that he did mind.



The Cheshire Cat went through the motions as before, picking out the mushroom cake, the warrior, and a handful of items that he particularly recalled being draw to him the times before he had done this. Dropping the ingredients into the tea cup. The ring that came up was a bit different than before, but he held it long in his hands. He never saw his mother wear her ring. He recalled his father wearing a ring on his hand. He was never told the story of how his parents met, he was never told of the grand ceremony that he did not doubt his mother would have had, he was never told of any of the times they spent together. He did believe that they've always distrusted one another, even as far to say hated. He looked at the ring and did not see any sort of union coming from such a thing as a lasting thing. He question the idea of marriage.

He offered it to the npc who simply smiled.

Looking down at his hand, he still did not feel comfortable with it.