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"Practice." Freya giggled at the word. "Okays. We are practicing beings married. That sounds about right." She grinned, all the way until he reminded her that he hadn't even met her parents yet, and she paled visibly.

"Oh, Hooter.. I can't believe.. I mean I just.. I don't knows why I just thought.." How had she gone this long without visiting her parents? She'd never done that before. It was almost as if Hel's sudden desire to break away from the family had spurned something similar in the ghoul without meaning to... or perhaps, she was just ready to live her own life. With Kettil.

That was a very big thought.

"I'll fix this." She promised. "As soon as possible. Maybe even this weekend, after prom. I'll fix this." She grinned childishly. "Yeh has teh meets my family. But. Let's.. not tells them we've been playing man and wife."

She buried her head into his chest, and bubbled with helpless laughter.

Kettil seemed to be slowly relaxing, even grinning now as she started to giggle and acknowledging that they needed to get him to meet her parents. Things were going swimmingly.

Then Aymet spoke up, "...I would like to propose a budget to put a bell around the president's neck so people hear him when he's approaching," he announced in a very serious tone now.

Now that he wanted to do the whole wedding spiel he wasn't as nervous as he used to be.

Still nervous but less prone to run away to check on a owl that may or may not be on fire like a glorious phoenix.

Something compelled her to go to the scarousel.

It might have something to do with the fact that her cousin and his date--fiancee--soon-to-be-wife??--had headed out and, well, no other place was remotely romantic. And Piper was going to sneak on in and see what they were up to, and if this was .. .serious.

The mage squinted as she slid onto the scarousel, hiding behind the mass of ponies as she walked opposite against the ride's spinning.

She had them in her sights . . . so long as she kept up the pace and didn't, like, trip on her dress.

Teacup, what the hell.

Well, s**t.

Ignore the teen trying to pose like the horses on the scarousel.

Ignore the teen trying to pose like the horses on the scarousel.

Highwire Ballerina? More like--

"Highwire Belladonna, huh?"

Mort's eyes twinkled under the hood as he grinned, nudging one of her feet with his hip since he was loathe to let go of her hand now. "Will stop if you want," he answered as he slid her fingers between hers. "Couldn't help self since you have crown n' all~ N' carry self like queen too!" She really looked like she had come out of an old painting of . . . Victorian times? Regency? Were they the same? Bells was fancy either way, and he felt a little underdressed in her presence with a hood and belts and boots and . . . no shirt . . .

Try not to think of that.

"Mine didn't take so long, really. Was dolls that took longest." He paused, then looked downright impish. "Wonder if Amrita's creeped out yet . . . Purposefully designed like her since said was going as painted doll too."

He would have said more, but there was a sudden commotion outside that gave him pause. As they spun slowly about, Mort caught sight of Kettil and Freya (or what looked like them anyway), and Aymet was . . . booming his Ringleader voice out there . . . Wait, what was going on? The pair had been having a moment it looked like, so why was the president there . . .

"Any news on them?" he asked the witch, leaning in while watching them as long as the Scarousel allowed. "Something seems t'be up."

She squeezed his hand once, still looking nervous as could be. "Okay..." Tomoko murmured back, but it didn't prevent the small distressed-animal noise that came with her as they both made their hurried little run to hop onto the Scarousel.

Every possible disastrous end to this attempt had played through her head through this, however, and she still looked a little bit frazzled, nearly deathgripping (which for Tomoko wasn't actually all that tight, she didn't have that kind of grip-strength).

"Yeah..not so bad..." she half-squeaked, ears turning towards the speaker that gave the announcement. "Oh..they uh..give tickets for games so you can get prizes..I think..."

"Well, I did not say that..." The witch pointed out with a tilt of her head to one side along with a quick wink at her carnival nickname. It was just odd to be called 'your majesty' when it was still so stark in her mind that that was something she should say to him.
It did not much matter that it had been another life entirely, for that life had left its imprint on her. But it seems she might not have been the only one, after all. "You're very kind, you know... Do I get to at least be your Queen, Mr Secretary? " She didn't carry herself like a queen, but who was she to argue with a shirt free Mort? He might have had the best angle earlier, but the fact that she was getting a show at all was something the witch was quite happy to accept.
"Oh! That is why your dolls look so familiar! I have not gotten a chance to chat with Amrita, but I am sure she would be flattered to know you modeled such cute dolls after her!" The witch smiled at him, giving his hand a tiny squeeze before she leaned in toward him a bit. There was no real intention in the motion besides just being as close to him as she could. A flush graced her face once more as the ghoul considered trying for a kiss, but a booming voice made her spine straighten back to rights. Mildly startled, the flush remained as Belladonna spied the curious going on's.

A small group had gathered, similar to the one the witch had been with previously. The hand on the horse rose into the air to wave at Hel, a small beckon that she should come over. As for Mort's question the witch shrugged. Unaware of any of what was happening, she leaned forward to address the couple.
"What has been settled? Are we doing something fun? Mort and I will help!" Because volunteering for random and unknown events was always a great idea. There were obviously no draw backs! Not when friends were involved, at least!

Rosy nods as she follows him, only to look back rather curious at the few that gather. Wait was that Mort, Bells, and Kettil. Tilting her head, she was about to say something, but instead was getting dragged away by Spinar.

Did she hear that right? A wedding?

She would be coming back to see what was up, hopefully soon.

{exits with Spinar}