"Same day you left, promise."

She does not look wholly reassured.

He can make inane small talk about having visited Rome? He did in fact see the Vatican, it was very pretty.

Wibble. (John is really interested in what the Vatican was like.)

It was pretty fascinating! He didn't speak any Italian but with his father to translate he got some snatches of history, which he is happy to share, and some architecture which he can fill the time talking about.

And then they are back at the bridge. "Have a lovely evening!"

"Thank you fairy man!" says John. And off he and Beth go.

Michael's had enough dancing might he sneak his bride away.

Oooooh might he?

He checks to make sure Catherine is being doted on by appropriately sober family members and then yes he thinks he will.

This time there are no conflicted noises!

Oh good. 

It occurs to him vaguely that he should probably clarify that conflicted noises will still be respected now that they are married but it doesn't seem particularly important to do that right this moment because oooooooh.

She certainly isn't going to interrupt to ask.

When someone comes to bring them a hungry Catherine he is holding his wife and running a hand through her hair and whispering "'m so glad I met you," drowsily, over and over again.

She kisses him and snuggles up and takes the baby to feed her.

And then they can all fall asleep.

For a few hours until Catherine is hungry again. He debates a muffling charm and drowsily decides that'd be somehow dishonorable, leaving Rebecca all the work.

Catherine is a very hungry baby.

Babies do that. He decides to definitely look into birth control options.

Cricket grows enough that Miranda can check him for Kneazle features. She thinks he is at least three-quarters Kneazle; he might be all Kneazle but he's too fluffy for the tail tuft to be obvious.

"So that means he can understand everything we say? Or no, because he probably only speaks Italian?"

"He was a kitten when Timothy got him, I think he knows English all right now - he never seems confused when I talk to him. I'm wondering if there's a way to teach him to write, he hasn't the vocal apparatus to speak..."

"He could probably stomp on cards with phrases on them, I don't know that Kneazles have the dexterity for writing."

"They really don't. I'm getting pretty good at understanding his meows but I don't know how I'd enchant a quill to translate them. The cards thing is a good idea."

"Could at least use that to ask how annoyed he is by not being widely understood and how much he wants us to work on it. - when you interpret his meows as insults to various people is he saying that or are you..."

"I'm supplying the details but I'm pretty sure he genuinely wants to insult various people!"

"They usually pretty much earned it."