Now she's sniggering, and falling oh so casually back into bed with him. "Sight-seeing later?"

“I’m a lizard..?” She squinted at him, pulling on her jeans. “I mean, I am kinda cold-blooded. But I’m also eager to go sight-seeing. And get married. And visit a real pub.”

“So we could be there instead of in a hotel bed?” “Why don’t you look that up then? And I’ll get our stuff packed up.” Ready to move. She grinned, stole a kiss and wriggled out of his grip.

“AH AHA AHA AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”

“Into the unknown…” “Into the mother-fluffin un-know-ow-ow-OWN!”

"Your flat? Do you have one here, or are you wondering if Gabe and the cats have trashed the place yet?" She was lying on him now, getting cosy and comfortable and pinning him down. "You think too much."

“I don’t even remember closing my eyes.” “It’s a comfy bed. Why are hotel beds so comfortable despite the fact that other people have fucked in them?” Wait… eww.

She’d been out and hunted the coffee (There was a machine downstairs in the hotel) Now she was stripping off to get back into the bed because who in their right mind would leave a man like that all alone? “Good morning, darling.”

“Coffee in Dublin.” “What a perfect morning.”

"Would that be so bad...." One final shove to get her bag zipped up and she reappeared. "Alright, lets go! Before you fall into some fight or another."

He could deal with one party for her, couldn’t he? “I’m willing to go anywhere, and in this case, I defer to your superior knowledge of Ireland.”

“Setting up a partyboob.” “It’s a boobytrap, backwards.”

“So… thermals!” They got thrown into her bag. And it was their wedding. They got to make the rules. Maybe they’d throw a party when they got back, let everyone eat and drink and argue or whatever it was they did. “Scarf… hat! Curling wand… box of toys? Ooooh, I fight I had a box of cookies!”

Been shopping all day. Has brought nothing home but a big smile. And photographs of everything she bought.

“That’s just a big poo!” “Honestly, just drink some water and you’ll be fine.”

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“Maybe, but we’re here breaking the curse of diet culture.”

“Why are we getting fucked?” “And by who?”

"Okay! I got a two year old boy who likes Spider-Man, trucks and blocks. And a one year old girl who likes Bluey and Ms Rachel. And a seventeen year old boy who just wants clothes and a warm blanket. And a fourteen year old girl who wants skincare and make-up." "I need helper elves!"

“I didn’t ask for advice, so you’re coming across as sanctimonious.”

"Emotional Support Lizard."

"I DO WHAT I WANT!"

"I can do as many Angel Tree tags as I want because it's using my shopping addiction for good."

"Probably on the perfect macro ratio for their metabolism to get those gains."

"I donated all my Labubu stuff to the Angel Tree thing."

"How many lizards do you have?"

"How can you lose a lizard the size of a pre-teen?"

“I got cold and had to have a wee hot choccy to warm my toes back up.”

"Ignore the twat and come elope with me."

"You gotta pack something nice to wear." Meaning a few days. They could both do with the break, right? Away from people and other idiots. "Does it still rain a lot in your time Dublin?"

"Uhm... Lets see. What have I got to do right now?" "So that's you, and I guess, go to Dublin with you!" She's so happy that she claps her hands, shakes them out, and then dives off to find a bag and throw fifteen pairs of knickers, one bridal lingerie set, and some clothes into it.

“No! It was the one where he… ugh….” “Look, Yǔ, we weren’t watching it for the plot.”

“Now?” She should pack. She should take some Labubu explosives, too. They’re basically fireworks. “You’ll look at me in that outfit and tell me it’s wonderful, and say something Irish and then remove it with your teeth.”

“Do I need to start a fight?”

"I like it when you're impulsive, lets elope to Dublin." "I have my wedding night lingerie, and lets face it, that's the important outfit."

"He likes Tom Hardy, it's actually how we bonded." "Thirsting over Tom Hardy." "I like to joke that Tom was busy so he had to settle for a distant cousin."

"Exposing, like...?"

“We should go there.” “Dublin. You can show me around, we look for someone to marry us nice and quick.” She grinned at him, sitting down next to him and snuggling in close. “Tell me all the stories of when you were young and wild.”

“Wait, no way! Exploding Labubus?” “Are you for real right now?!” “I LOVE THEM!”

Smoking is bad, but that was hot. “Twosies?” No. She’d want her own, but a quick draw of his was fine. “Hey, in the movies from your time, did people climb out their bedroom windows to sit on the roof and stare at the stars all the time?”

“I’m going to have to have a cigar before I kiss you, now.”

“Okay, now you’re just drawing this out to be a dweeb.”

“My name?” “Mona Lovesitt.”

“Clint, do you think if we go halfers on a pot of bald-spot Polish, he’ll calm his tits?”

“Iron Fist Hard.” Heh

"Hold on! This is a rollercoaster of emotions for me!" "LABUBU GADGETS?!"

... The pout of crushing disappointment "A fake Labubu." She mutters, sadly.

Mouth agape! "Nooo... Really? A Labubu or a Lafufu? In box, or unboxed?"

“Wait, really?!”

“Labubus?!” Happy gasp! (Though she knew it would not be Labubus)