mylittlejamjar | 33rd Lance ↟, 3rd Sword | That bwessed awwangement... [Visual/Action/backdated to 15th]

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33rd Lance ↟, 3rd Sword | That bwessed awwangement... [Visual/Action/backdated to 15th]

[The feed pops up, and immediately on-screen is an evergreen stallion getting herded into view, stumbling on three hooves as he waves sheepishly at the camera. Nephenee's head pokes up from where she was pushing him on, and if there's any term to describe her aura right now, it's "glowing". She's practically buzzing. Did someone give her caffeine again?]

[In any case, she makes sure the scroll's got them both framed, and grins.]

Hey, Everypony! Hope y'all had a good Hearts an' Hooves!

We sure did!

We gotta big announcement to share with everypony!

We sure do! [Morgan isn't really here to help.]

[Nephenee is half bouncing, half-buzzing in excitement, and after a moment, she finally gets the words out.]

Morgan asked me to marry him! An' Ah said yes!

[She holds up a hoof that has a titanium bracelet on it with small gems and engravings. It's really, really nice.]

That's right, I scooped the best girl in Equestria and there's nothing you can do about it! All the rest of you can wither in despair! WITHER! [Cue Morgan shaking a hoof at the scroll.]

[She grins brightly.] Absolutely nothin'! We ain't sure when it's happenin' yet, but we wanted to share it with everypony~

[Morgan just points a hoof at Neph. Seriously, all her idea to announce it like this.]

[Well, what an announcement!]

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[Private to Crmsn, before the announcement]:

Hey, Dad! Wanted to see if ya want to come over for tea an' lunch at my house. We ain't had a good chance to sit down an' chat since Ah been back.

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Oh yeah. Kicking and screaming, but of course I seized her by the Standard Female Grab Area of the upper arm and thus rendered her completely unable to resist me despite her massive strength and skill.

I thought that might be the case. [Bertie shakes his head with mock solemnity.] Well, I think the only logical turn is to challenge you to a duel to the death now, old fruit. You wouldn't have a spot free this afternoon?

[Neph, meanwhile, has been suppressing giggles with the tenacity they know her for.]

No, don't tell 'em 'bout my weakness! Now all will exploit it!

[Said with every ounce of her struggling to not break the 'role'. Wings slumped, she makes herself look as helpless as possible. And even then it's not convincing to any who know her even a little bit.]

Ya gotta come rescue me, big brother!

I shall fly to you, my dear, on the fleetest wings and route the villain. How frightfully uncouth to take a girl's arm like that. Tut! I should have thought better of him.

Well, that was your first mistake. Everypony knows he's jus' terrible...

[Giggling, she shakes her head fondly.]

Maybe after you're done routin' him, ya can help us with dance stuff. Gotta practice more when we get closer to the big event, ya know?

[Bertie's eyes light up.]

Oh, rather! More than happy to weigh in with a bit of hoof-tapping excitement. Have you started picking out music?

[Probably not, but it never hurts to ask.]

Not really, but Ah reckon one o'the songs Miss Jessica sang at last year's Gala will be one.

Beyond that...not sure. A mix o'things, probably. Don't want it to be all slow stuff...folks gotta boogie! [Neph wut.]

'Boogie'? Where on Celestia's green E. have you been, old girl? That's positively brill! Boogie! Well, if you're needing any advice on that score, I'm sure Harvey and I might be able chuck out a few ideas.

All over, o'course! Goin' to a bunch o'worlds teaches ya some funny words!

Ah'm gonna ask Miss Lyra if she can get me in touch with Miss Jessica; if we can get her, Ah'd love for her an' Harvey to sing some o'the songs they did at last year's Gala...Oh, an' o'course we need some Jazz!

I think I can pencil you in, but isn't high noon traditional? Or am I just thinking of gunfights?

Well, unless you've got a pair of pistols lying about, I think we might have to forgo the standard 10 paces and shoot, old fruit. I'm not very sure we'd be able to pull the triggers, anyway. I could ask Harvey how he's on about his gun.

With that much advance warning, I could catch bullets anyway, so I'm not sure that's the kind of duel you want. I'd challenge you to rock-paper-scissors, but I'm not certain the pony equivalent of hoof-other hoof-other other hoof is really a good contest either.

[Bertie can't help his brows rising in surprise at the idea of Morgan catching bullets. The wonders shall never cease here, of course. The stallion shakes his head.]

How do you feel about a drinking contest? We might be able to call it a bachelor's party, anyway, and have the standard brotherly ire and jolly good time out in one.

Well, ever since I was an idiot in my relative youth I've foresworn alcohol, but nothing says we can't sling some cider around and have a good time nonetheless.

Ah, that's right! You're one of the newt-fancier sorts. [He's only teasing but it does a heart well to think on Gussie Fink-Nottle now and again... although, his running off with Emerald Stoker had landed Bertie in the marital soup with Madeline Basset an age ago. Maybe he ought not to thing too fondly on old Gussie.] Well, it takes a touch of the excitement out of the thing, but I'd be on for that.

Morgan Knight, I do hereby challenge you a cider drink-off - whenever it is you might have a moment - for the honor of my dear sister Nephenee. Do you accept, sir?

I accept your challenge and the subsequent right of victory to compromise her honor! Ah, pending her full knowledge and consent. [He clears his throat, because, yeah.]

[Bertie's cheeks flush.]

Y-yes. Um. Well! Once you have your best man sorted out, you'll let me know the particulars of the stag party so we can have this challenge out with the proper audience in tow?

Oooh, I SHOULD think about that.

[Morgan ponders, then makes a swift gesture with one hoof. Which he then stares at, remembering he doesn't have fingers to snap. Whoops.]

I should ask Flare.

Flare? [His brow rises and he coughs.] Ah, I don't mean to be the bearer of bad news, old prune, but you do know Flare's a girl?

I'd noticed. [Morgan waggles his eyebrows suggestively.] I'm not a stickler for gender tradition, though, especially here. I mean, technically I can't have a best man if we're being that literal about it...

[Well, there is that small technicality.] It's your wedding, I suppose. Bit odd having a hen at the stag party, though, don't you think?

Naw. If there's anyone who's one of the guys, it's Flare. Besides, how wild could a bachelor party actually get in Equestria?

[Bertie raises a brow. Is that a challenge, Morgan?]

I suppose we could use you as a test, old boy.

[Bertie's grin is actually a little sly. He'll leave off questioning Morgan's choice of Flare to tease a bit.]

How would you feel about spending part of it pinching the helmets for the Canterlot Royal Guards?

Is that a euphemism? Because if it's literal I'm in, but if you're referring to anything anatomical I may have to pass.

[Your first mistake was challenging Morgan to a duel of any sort, Bertie. First shots fired.]

[Bertie blinks at the scroll and cocks his head in confusion.]

Anatomical...? Well, we're not going to be stealing their heads, man! I dare say the rest of them might have a word to say on that score. Or, well, the heads themselves. They do tend to chatter, what?

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