mylittlejamjar | 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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[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?

[Morgan slaps his hooves over his muzzle, then ducks away to giggle furiously and as quietly as possible for a little bit. When he finally comes back up, he's got his composure... marginally back.]

No, I can't. Neph is enough for me. But I'll take on any challenge you put before me.

[Bertie's eying Morgan with some concern now. What is going through the fellow's mind? Perhaps he's just getting a joke he heard earlier? Well, they've all been there, haven't they?]

Right. Well, once you've got it sorted out with... Flare, I suppose, do let me know. I'll see to setting a proper battle for honor. A dance-off's always a solid way to go if all else fails.

...Oh, that's it. I am finding a way to invent a pony version of Dance Dance Revolution and challenging you to it.

[Morgan's got a particularly wicked gleam in his eyes. Bertie, what hath you wrought?]

It's a dancing game, by the way.

[From off to the side, the two of them hear her yell:]

They do, it's called 'Prance Prance Revolution'!

[Because this place is full of pony puns. Ironically, the game has nothing to do with the country Prance.]

What the buck?! [Morgan, not one for swearing, apparently views this revelation as worth the attempt at profanity, as he turns to stare at the girl offscreen.] How am I just NOW hearing this?!

A revolution dance? I think I'll have you beat on the turns, old boy! [He puffs up his wings proudly.] Do you have judges for it, then?

It's a game, so it should be automatically scored.

Yes, but how is it scored, my good Knight? Technique? Speed? How many times you can do something or how many different things you can do?

Timing and accuracy. Your abilities to put your hooves on a specific part of a dance pad at the proper time indicated by the game.

Hmm... [This sounds intriguing. Very intriguing. Bertie taps a hoof to his chin in high intrigue.] Well, I suppose that does rather get the point across that a fellow ought to have his footwork down. What about the upper half? I don't suppose you've got to spin or whatnot? Tap some points in the air?

Normally with two legs, your upper body is busy just keeping you balanced. Not sure how the four-legged version works, but I guess I'll find out...

Righto! I really will leave you to it. And honestly, old boy, congratulations. [Bertie smiles wide, eyes gentle.] I do trust you to take care with young Nephenee. And I'm sure she'll do well to mind you.

[Morgan's smile isn't for Berties, but it speaks volumes about just how happy he is... and perhaps, by extension, just how happy he intends to make his beloved.] A smiling Neph is its own reward. I will take care of her.

[He might as well have been "Nephie, you have some 'splainin' to do", the way she gave him a sheepish grin and blushed, wings pulling back and crossing at the ends.]

Uh, well, Ah jus' found out about it a few weeks ago...an' it ain't come up in the meantime...

[You can't be grumpy at this face, Morgan. You know you can't.]

Damn it, Neph, I'm a DDR master back home! And now I could have been wowing Ponyville all this time?!

[No, he can't really stay mad. He isn't really mad anyway, just startled.]

Ya don't need a fancy dancin' game to do that, darlin'...

[You really think she'd say anything less?]

But Ah reckon we can go check it out sometime...might be a good date idea.

[No way they're stopping dates just because they're getting married. Have to keep everything strong, and keep winning each other's hearts, after all!]

Then ya can knock everypony's socks off with your skills!

[At this point, isn't the line pretty blurred? The way they act around each other, even their casual time together ends up being pretty datelike. They've developed a particular ability to take joy in each other's presence no matter the circumstances.]

Oh, you wait and see. I'll show you what I can do. You won't be able to resist me once you see me in action!

Uh, considerin' Ah'm marryin' ya, Ah'm not exactly resistin' much...

[Nephenee, that's not what he means...]

[When confronted by such a profoundly and blissfully innocent statement by his dear naive fiancee, Morgan really only has one choice: to pounce her and kiss her a lot.]

[And there may or may not have been little red hearts flitting in the air when he did. At least, that was about all the scrolls would see until they managed to come up for air...]

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