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He let himself be led - didn't he always after all - into the teacup, looking around in undisguised curiosity at the arrangement inside. It was unlike the weddings he had had in his life, remembering the first with its shy simplicity and the second with its lavish displays of wealth. Weddings made no logical sense, people threw so much money away to start off a relationship they were only just feeling out the rungs of. It was a farce. At least in this place, everything was a farce and it made no lie of the fact.

Outwardly the dormouse flustered him with her talk and he took a moment or two to reply to Phoenix, trying to multitask with the demand of choosing a cake for the occaision.

"Y..yeah. First time. I've not been here before. And well, if you mean outside of here." he waved a hand in a gesture which attempted to convey the sheer futility of marriage on an island where you simply dragged other people to their doom. It didn't quite manage it. "- got no time for marriage. Or heh, at least no woman's got time for my lifestyle."

He stood up straight, triumphant, in his hand a cake of every flavour. It was not his first choice, that was instead the more delicate and tasty morsels available. But for Nils it was the most appropriate decision. "This one looks best for sure." he said.

"Oh? What lifestyle is that?" Phoenix asked, approving greatly of his choice of cake while pulling him to the table full of tablets. The Queen of course, went into her basket. "I don't plan on settling on any one person for awhile, myself. Not for a few years, at least. I wanted to build something for myself first, before inviting someone to share in it, long-term like."

Wanted. Kostya had overturned that, but she couldn't find it in herself to regret the turn her plans had taken.

"Not cute," Shiloh reminded him, in a very cute way, reaching up to tap the end of Ian's nose with his finger.

But there was cake, and Ian was looking so cute himself, he couldn't hardly be bothered to worry over something so trivial. Worries weren't for happy people, and he was a very happy person indeed, especially since Ian agreed to play along, indulging his silly whims as he bent his head to take a bite of the offered cake. Shiloh smiled, watching and waiting. The real Shiloh had said things he didn't want to hear, things about Ian, things that couldn't possibly be true. As Ian leaned in and kissed him, his lips fruity and sweet, Shiloh was positive they weren't. After all, things were different and this was Wonderland.

"Hmm," he mused, grinning up at Ian playfully, "You're almost as good as the cake."

Unfortunately, collecting proper marriage materials wasn't as easy as simply eating cake but again, Shiloh didn't mind, it was more time to spend with Ian, doting on him as he pushed him forward, wrapping his arms over his shoulders from behind as he moved Ian along. The next station wasn't so nearly as interesting as cake and Shiloh didn't rush off quite so quickly, lingering instead behind Ian, his mouth near his ear.

"Do you love me?" he asked slyly, slipping his arms more tightly around Ian as he nibbled at his ear. He waited a beat of his heart, then two, before he let go, wiping anything other than a friendly smile from his face as he strode over to the circular tablets, as if he hadn't just done anything at all.

"Well, I think I'm definitely a white rabbit, you know, it's a bit hard to argue with the ears and all that, right?" He picked up one of the tablets in his hand, turning it over before inspecting the others, in case he might like their constellations better.

"A spice cake? Am I spicy?" Teddomination asked, amusement clear in his tone. He beamed excitedly, then looked down to his arm, and bit it with some mild exaggeration. The teddy bear chewed toyingly on his arm, then looked back up to his friend.

"Too bad there is not a plush cake! That seems as though it might have been perfect!" So many jokes! It was almost as if he was overcompensating for something. ...In reality, he was.

With very little thought required, Teddomination moved to the tablet of the WHITE RABBIT and selected it for his friend.

"Tell me, Boi... are you scared of this game?" He asked quietly, staring at the tablet he had selected.

"because I am starting to believe I am."

Nod listened to Defile's terms with unusually keen interest. That was how things were, ultimately. One of them could always Call the other, until one of them came to an untimely end. Barth was not a discarding variety of demon, but it was, in spite of the morbidity, in some ways a classic request, although in terms of prenups not highly rated for having a friendly divorce.

"Very well," he agreed, "Til death."

He took the dark, earthy ring and fitted it over the wicked edges of Defile's claws. It was already warm, and for a moment he could detect the faint and soothing scent.

"Ok ok!" He protested "No more doubting. Promise. We'll make it out of here, no question."

He watched her retrieve various items, not entirely understanding what they were doing. "A box of junk. Well." he shrugged in a gesture of why the hell not and reached in. The items seemed to actively avoid him, difficult to grasp and somehow very frustrating to him. It took some time to get hold of anything.

He set the dead bird and its small confining cage on the table. Its once bright red plumage was dusty and faded. He gave it a quizzical look.

"Well that's pretty weird." he said, and laughed.

Zar eyed the ring appreciatively. He did not have many possessions, and given this was probably a dream world, he would still have the same number later on. But for now he had a possession he actually valued, the faint scent draining some of the tension from him, letting him relax. Whatever danger there was, he would face it, whatever problems there were, he could let them come. The warmth too reminded him of warm comfortable beds and safety still alien to him in many ways.

He brought his tail around to nimbly mirror the gesture on Barth - as always apologetic that his own offering wasn't up to snuff - but trying very hard regardless.

"Till death." he agreed.

And then almost jumped out of his skin as a complete racket burst out around them.