Yalanilue shrugs. “Don’t ask me.” She carries the skin out of the tent then flicks a finger and the skin is turned into a pyre. She lets it burn out and she checks the meat. “How does everyone like their meat?”
Arthur winks playfully. “That’s me.” Jonathan smiles politely when he sees the princess’ ring. “Congratulations, you two.” “About time,” Arthur mutters. “How you doing, Phil?” Arthur smiles at the shifter. Cesidia grins. “You two better catch up. Your the only ones in this room that are single.”
Cesidia soon returns with her brothers in tow: Arthur smirking, Jonathan rolling his eyes, and Cesidia‘s face reddening. “So my little sis is finally getting hitched?” Arthur asks and grins at Dhar. “Greetings, Princess,” Jonathan sighs.