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a tender expression softened his over-mirthful one. he saw the shape of something weighting upon his future spouse's mind, but couldn't identify it.

( a realisation came to him, quickly pushed away for the moment. )

"-s gon' be right 'fter th' mournin''s all done wi'. details yet t' be chiseled out, but ahm fo' lettin' th' younger pair go second. they got time, us old dogs gotta rush." he winked, in attempt to latch onto the needlestring of humour maegi tossed his way.

then the man cleared his throat, adjusting the way he was seated to be more formal.

"now, if we are t' plan this ceremony all properlike, ah need t' take inta account th' wishes o' th' bride." he gestured with his chin at maegi, as if there were other fiancées present in the room. "ahm rather agnostic mahself, but if ah did understand correctly, you've... a faith o' your own?" head tilted slightly to the side, uncertain smile on lips. "would ya like us t' incorporate any part o' it inta th' ceremony?"