"I'm going to be as good at fighting with them as you are," he teased lightly. Not that this was the sort of skill he ought to be proud of, but it was sort of a skill, trying to keep up with the lot of them, and he did think that he'd gotten considerably better at it over the course of their courtship. Some of them even liked him now, but he hadn't told Zelda about any of that yet. "It'll just take one more of Roslyn's dinner parties to get me there, I think."