![]() "'Hmm'?" "Hmm." The Queen set down her cup. Lucas tilted his head, abruptly wary for no good reason he could fathom. "Is this your formal request to approve the betrothal?" "It is." "Hmm." The Queen tapped her finger against her lips. "Perhaps I've put this off too long-though there were reasons, very good ones!-but I find myself wanting very much to go home after lunch, and reluctant to do so without an answer for Clara." "Ah." The Queen smiled. "Aunt." Lucas carefully placed his cup in its saucer. "As adorable as you are, Lucas, he wasn't after your love. "Mister Parry, I mean." When Lucas frowned in confusion, she shrugged. ![]() "Something you should know first, though." Vessa sighed when she turned her gaze up to Lucas. Or wherever." "Probably wise." Vessa poked Laurie on the forehead this time. "I am getting out of here, before something else jumps out of a portal. Which probably wasn't very difficult just now. Laurie's head was in her lap, and she poked at Laurie's nose every now and then to make him giggle. ![]() ![]() Only this time, it wasn't Slade with him but Vessa. "LEAVING SO soon, Lucas?" Laurie was still sprawled on the couch in the receiving room, still chipper and languid at the same time as only the very drunk or very. ![]()
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