Sun Mote Copse Private Citizen

"Perfectly serious," Wraen grinned. "All promising fellows either: a) disappeared without a trace; b) went off to marry someone else; c) were married to someone else," she listed the categories of all the boys in her life. And there was category (d), those, who she had weirded out and scared off and the very vast and broad column (e), under which all guys, who might have liked her, but who she did not fancy the least bit were listed. 

"I want an insight," Wraen explained. "What makes them tick? I could ask my brother, of course, he is on his litter number 2 already, but somehow his love-life is not very exemplary and he lives in a kingdom Far-Far-Away," she added and thought - Sorry, Terance! -

They continued their friendly banter for the next half an hour or two and then each of them were called away for their own business.