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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Oh dear...who'd ya end up goin' on a date with?

[She's not sure what to think of that...whoever set him up must not have known about the whole 'married' thing...]

[And speaking of marriage...as they come up to the kitchen, there's a familiar looking stallion there, who's...getting bugged by a steel-blue diamond dog.]

Myrddin, quit that, he ain't got any poffins for ya!

Down! Down! No cookies for pooch! [Morgan is balanced on one hind leg, with the other holding Myrddin back while his forelegs keep a plate of cookies safely out of reach.]

Neph! I'm going to be eaten alive!

Girl named Patchouli...

[The sight is enough to make Crmsn stop and chuckle.]

Well hi Morgan, gonna be joinin' us for lunch? That is, if you don't become lunch first...

[Laughing, Nephenee whistles to the former-Lucario, clicking her tongue once she has his attention. Reluctantly, Myrddin drops to all fours, not before giving her puppy eyes.]

Ain't gonna work on me, Miri. Say you're sorry an' go lay down, Ah'll bring ya a treat in a bit.

[The diamond dog looks at Morgan pitifully, making a short whine before skittering off. Welp, guess that was a 'sorry'.]

Don't think slobbery Morgan'd taste too good anyhow.

Only one when to find out. And yeah, I'm here for lunch. [Morgan sets the plate down just quickly enough to collapse onto all four hooves. Man, pony bodies are NOT meant for that.] I've mostly forgotten how to not be around Neph, y'know.

[Don't mind her if she helps you down, Morg.]

Uh-huh...in what universe did ya do that, Ah wonder?

[She can't help but shake her head. Boys. Unbeknownst to Crmsn, there's a yellow, fluffy sheep stalking up behind her, which she tries very hard not to notice. Crmsn might get a bit of a static shock...]

So, whatcha'll thinkin' 'bout for lunch?

Apparently this one, dear. Though I imagine with the multitude of them, it's possible there may be one wh-WAH!

[The shock is enough to make him jump forward a step and whirl around reflexively. Whatever gleam of surprise or readiness for a fight in his eyes is snuffed by the sheep standing there, which he stares at with slight confusion.]

Sheep Man?

[It takes a moment for Nephenee's question to register.]

Lunch! Right...feeling somethin' light, myself.

Huh. I think that would make the first light lunch ever eaten around here. [Neph goes to help him down? Well, now Morgan is kind of sprawled across Neph, not inconveniencing her in the slightest with his weight and looking very happy.]

[Nope, not at all. In fact, the only indication of him being there she gives is a small snort of air escaping from being pushed out with his weight. It's replaced quickly with her laughing.]

[Meanwhile, the yellow sheep gives Crmsn a funny look, and asks, with mock offense in her voice:] Who are you callin' a mmman? I'm a Grade-A, Ammmpharos girl!

[And to back-up that remark, her fur lets off a few visible sparks. Her trainer just shakes her head, wing flittering lightly...and maybe tickling her passenger's underbelly.] What are we countin' as light? Light for us ain't the same as light for others!

Oh! Pokemon! Sorry, you reminded me of a friend.

[He laughs and inclines his head to the sheep with a smile. He casts a glance over at the couple and raises an eyebrow thoughtfully, a smirk turning up along his face.]

We can liken a light lunch to just enough to fill one of four stomachs I imagine. Though I'd rather not lilt lightly about lunch since it doesn't lessen the likeliness of me getting hungrier.

[Dad joke style #27: alliteration.]

Okay, let's -- [Whatever Morgan might have been about to say is replaced by giggles, thank you pegasus girl. He shifts to try to pin her wings a little.] Hey, hey! No using those for evil!

[Nephenee can't help but giggle at the wordplay, and nod, before she gets a laughing stallion on her back.]

Huh? What're ya...oh, sorry! [She didn't mean to do that, honest! Folding them neatly, she gives her passenger an apologetic look, before looking back to Crmsn.]

Are ya saying you've got four stomachs, or that we got four stomach to fill between us? Cause if it's the second, we got five. Myrddin's with us too, ya know? Reckon he'll fuss if we don't give him somethin'.

[He watches the two of them with a wry smile. What cutes.

He grins at his daughter after a moment and nods.]

The former, though the latter isn't too far off with the caveat of adding a stomach, of course. Though I'd label it six. Pokemon eat just as much as digimon, if memory serves...

[He pauses briefly before snickering to himself.]

Eight since you two eat about as much as well, come to think of it. Hell, might as well make enough for an army, light or not, I'm sure one of us will finish it off by the end.

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

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