Dangerous, though?

Are they? I know people say that, but I sort of assumed it was a stereotype. Anyway there's stuff that's like motorcycles but with more wheels. ...The seating's the same, is the relevant part, so hugging should still work, but with three or four wheels it's not as likely to fall over, if that's the risk.

I'll take your word for it. Though I bet we could get someone to drive us, for enough money. 

I guess if you really want to? I'd rather figure out something for the long term, too, though.

In the long run we're travelling around in a tank so nothing at all can hurt you.

Where are you even proposing to get a tank?

Nelyo.

I think a tank might be the sort of vehicle one needs to un-hug in order to drive. I'm not even sure you can fit two people in all of them.

I can ask my dad to design us something. Something safe.

Fair enough. Safe and inconspicuous please, or if it's conspicuous eccentric-conspicuous instead of holy-fuck-it's-a-bloody-tank conspicuous.

Yeah, I'll ask.

If you were actually going to insist we go around in a literal tank I would probably have changed my mind about Chateau Canada, I think it would attract all sorts of attention we don't want.

People get used to anything. 'You have pointy ears and are inhumanly pretty'. 'runs in the family haha.' There you go.

I will grant that if you told nine out of ten of my classmates that someone they knew would run off to Vegas to get married, put off school for a year or two or whatever and start driving around in a tank, they would guess me.

As long as they like you and make you happy.

Of course they like me. I mean, they all think I'm kind of crazy, but I'm the good kind of crazy that hares off into the woods for a weekend with a bow and arrows and provides everyone with free pork afterwards, not the kind of crazy that requires medical treatment.

As long as you're happy.

I am. Much moreso for having you back.

So let's get someone to take us to Vegas.

She's just going to have to kiss him for that, and then they can go look for likely-looking strangers.

(She can kiss him! In public! This is not considered horrifically inappropriate PDA! There are advantages to not being in Valinor.)

Hey, presumable temp employee at this Starbucks, would you like thirty thousand cash to drive us to Vegas, we want to get married and I'm an idiot trust fund kid.

Idaia giggles at the haste with which temp employee quits his job.

And gets $10k up front and he can still do that prince of the Eldar commanding sincerity about how he'll get the rest of it, don't worry, and then they're off.

Why do you even have that much cash lying around?

Is that a lot? I only recently found out that 'cash' wasn't the name of this jurisdiction's currency.