Peter, obviously. [playful huff.] But I'd like you to attend.

[offers out the folded invitation. it's very clearly missing a date and time, with fancy ??? instead.]

... Nevermind. [folds the invitation up smaller and shoves it in her pocket.]

[kinda moves her lips along, suddenly way too aware of her own accent. huh. glad it was more of a lost in translation thing and not outright disinterest.]

No, no. I'll spare you the obligation. I was hoping you'd come as a friend.

[aww. that response completely disables her doubts.] Shapeshifting at a wedding is probably a faux pas.

Um. Suit? [shrug, she's even more clueless about menswear than she is about figuring out a wedding dress.] If you'd like to coordinate with Skulduggery. He's going to be my best man.

Well, it's not required... [though he clearly came up with something mid-sentence, and she's curious more than worried by that grin.] But I'm sure it'll be nice.

Before I commit to a date, I was hoping to run any possible schedule conflicts by you. Anything in the next month or two that I should avoid?

Oh, ominous. [little spooky finger wiggle.] Any spoilers?

[finger over her lips in a vow of secrecy.]

Oh, hm. I thought that was a thing for the kids... [but if 6 asked her to prom it's not like she'd say no.]

You going?

What's that entail, spritzing them with a spray bottle if they dance too close?

Guess I can crash the party, then. [mostly because nothing hooks her attention more than the promise of some sort of clue.]

Hopefully more fun than the camp dance. I really was expecting it to go up in flames. [it would have been so easy.]

And not one aspiring horror slasher in the whole bunch. You clearly are scraping the bottom of the barrel now, huh. [grins because she's pretty sure he likes them better anyway.]

Oh. Can I ask you one quick favor?

[she reaches into her pocket for the golden ring she received in her sundries package, holding it out in her palm for his inspection.]

This isn't... cursed or anything, is it? Before I give it to Peter. [she doesn't want him growing a beak or those duck feet!]

[squints at it closer as if suspicion alone can make her capable of telling such things.]

So it won't turn him the rest of the way into a duck and make him lay eggs, or cause all of his teeth fall out or suddenly grow eyebrows when he puts it on... nothing weird?

[no that doesn't inspire any confidence.] Prob-bab-bly... [shakes the ring a bit in attempt to dispel whatever hypothetical curse.]

Is it normal to be so nervous, do you think?