"We'll revel in our victory over the married set," says Edarial dryly. "Cuter in one specific way."

"That's the spirit!"

"The married set?"

"Mentally not considering us married until we want to be," answers Edarial. Pause. "... Means that if we want to we can do it again and get it right. With your parents in attendance and everything."

"Yes, I imagine there are worse wedding vows to be had, but - ugh!"

"They were pretty repellent. I was lying through my teeth."

"My part felt so patronizing, like you were a sack of flour instead of a person. 'Yes hello I would like to marry this sack of flour yes I will cherish it and also make pancakes.'"

Edarial giggles a little, too.

"Yes, of course, pancake-maker, marriage it is, and do you want blueberries with that?"

"I will protect the blueberries from getting squashed, and guide them into the rest of the pancake batter," he snorts.

"The pancakes promise to be nutritious."

"But will they heed me, Iobel? That's the important question, what if they don't? Breakfast will be ruined!"

"Heedful pancakes. The most heedful. If you have any tasks a pancake can do for you, look no farther."

"Oh, good. Carry on, then, pancakes."

Iobel makes a little curtsey.