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the thought of plotting against someone was hardly on his mind. goodness gracious no, what was talked about here was surely not so severe a conspiracy! after all, these two had agreed to marry, correct? so, this was merely a conversation about nudging them in the correct direction. miss lilitu could always find her sister later, and charles, well... it seemed as if marriage would actually benefit him a bit. get his nose out the berries, maybe.

but rationalising his plans wasn't on his mind, just the rapid fire of words and then the waiting to see if the right ones were said.

still, the concept of getting people inebriated for the purposes of sex, it certainly nudged his moral compass a bit - but the thought that surely it wasn't immoral if they both were drunk bulldozed over it.

so, he nodded again, as a good dog does, and said; "ah shall see wi' th' fell-ah-heen 'bout them preparin' some dish o' concoction t' git em pair in a good mood. could kinna combine mine n theirs marriage announcements n throw a party, make it harder t' guess at what's happenin'."

and the conversation again went to maggie.

gucci blinked. now the needle of his morals was spinning wildly in search of a good man's north. marriage was a strange thing to apply to non-humans, yes, but still he imagined there was some sanctity to previous agreements.

"w- well, 's long as she's agreed t' this - w- which ah hope she did?" the neb looked at his pharaoh uncertainly. "ah mean, hope ya understand tha' if th' man comes back for his wife, ah'd wouldn't be likely t' duel him for mah honour." he adjusted his stance so more of his could be seen. "n he'd likely think me another o' her kids. ya think ah could fool 'im if ah latched on a nipple?"

gucci chuckled, very, very nervously.