Lion Head Mesa djed

Charles licked his lips and waited impatiently for the arrival of his bride-to-be, shifting weight from left to right, paw to paw. He glanced at her when she arrived. She was alright, he supposed. A bit plain, and not really his type (mostly because she was, well, a woman) but she didn't look as rugged or aggressive as Nyra. If anything, she looked a little nervous as well, just like him. She bowed her head after greeting Ramesses with respect.

Then, finally, Ramesses said that they could feast on the berries. He presumed, at least, that 'partake' meant that he could eat. Charles sat down as instructed, and then quickly leaned down to the berries to eat some, eager for the pleasant haze that they provided. He vaguely noted that Ramesses introduced the woman as 'Lilitu', and he paused to nod at her in silent greeting. After that he was introduced, too, and then Ramesses asked about some things Charles didn't understand. 'Prudent'? 'Garden'? He'd never heard of these things.

Thankfully Ramesses asked his question to Lilitu and not him, and so Charles ate a few more berries as he watched Lilitu and Ramesses in stunned silence, hoping he could figure out what the words meant from context.