"So I'm assuming you're Merry, then," Emily says. "If you marry my sister and the combined troublesomeness of your children destroys the world somehow I just want to be on record as having called it."

"Noted."

Lucky chooses this moment to appear.

"Has he proposed yet?"

"I don't see what that has to do with anything."

"That's a yes, if you couldn't tell."

"Remember, no blood on the postcard. I am holding you to that."

"I wasn't going to forget!" she protests.

"Well, I don't know you that well yet!"

"I was the one who assured you it wouldn't happen!"

"But are you the sort of person who'll remember your bloodstain-related commitments when faced with the reality of the Vegas wedding with added spy-show drama?"

"I'm pretty sure if it didn't happen to cross my mind beforehand I would remember when I looked at a postcard and saw the blood on it."

"Fair enough."

"Oh, is yours not going to drag you along? I know Edie's going to make damn sure I'm at the crazy spy wedding."

"Merry respects my chosen role of Boring Twin!"

"Well, yes, but you see, the wedding doesn't start out crazy spy, it just starts out elopement, boring twins are allowed to come see their siblings elope."

"My original vision for the spy-show Vegas wedding involved getting the postcard tomorrow morning. Do boring twins come see their siblings elope when it involves buying a same-day cross-country flight? I feel like you're already in definitively non-boring territory at that point."

Shrug. "Maybe the two of them being in the same five foot square has begun producing a troublesomeness singularity that has begun to warp my idea of boring."

"See, Merry does that all by himself, so we've learned how to account for it."

"Oh, I see. What has he actually done that's so troublesome?"

"When we were ten we went to a science museum -"

"Oh, come on, anybody could've done that."

"The thing which my brother asserts anybody could've done," says Lucky, "is use the interactive kinetic sculpture to pull the fire alarm from across the room -"

"It was not across the room. Five feet away at most. And it seemed obvious that they must have had some way of preventing me from doing that and I wanted to know what it was!"

"My brother, knee-high to a grasshopper and already pursuing a career in grey-hat pen testing."

"Well that's much more impressive than the time when we were seven and Edie decided that the responsible approach to reading that flour was explosive was to test it in the backyard where it wouldn't set the house on fire if it was true."