Edric leaned down and pressed a reassuring kiss to her forehead. "I'm sure I will love them," he murmured, pressing his cheek against her hair. "And hopefully, as long as don't find our way back into the tabloids, they'll like me, too." He was much less confident about that, but he didn't want to fall into the dark hole of pessimism - not with this. Without much of a family to call his own, he was desperately hoping to gain one in hers.
Her explanation about the ball was innocent enough - not that she needed to be asking for his permission. He never believed she was going to seek a suitor, but the whole premise just seemed confusing. Perhaps it was because of his rusty knowledge on society happenings, but the thought of a matchmaking prophet seemed like another sham.
"No, you'll go," he chuckled. Her explanation - a friend from school - was a good enough one for him to stop asking questions. At least it wasn't "Tuni" or whatever the girl's name had been. "I wouldn't want to be single-handedly responsible for damaging a relationship with your friend."
Her explanation about the ball was innocent enough - not that she needed to be asking for his permission. He never believed she was going to seek a suitor, but the whole premise just seemed confusing. Perhaps it was because of his rusty knowledge on society happenings, but the thought of a matchmaking prophet seemed like another sham.
"No, you'll go," he chuckled. Her explanation - a friend from school - was a good enough one for him to stop asking questions. At least it wasn't "Tuni" or whatever the girl's name had been. "I wouldn't want to be single-handedly responsible for damaging a relationship with your friend."
— set by MJ! —