Morana blushed. Stupid girl. It would serve her right to get married to some bloated pustule ridden piece of filth. The girl had no idea how good she had it.

"Uh yeah," Morana agreed, reminding herself that she really needed to keep her gypsy temper in check, "You're absolutely right."

Oh goodness. Could she screw this up anymore. Why couldn't she keep her own mouth shut?

"I... uh... really need to get back to work..."