The Hexwitch came out of the heap on the rug like a thrown blade, crossed the floor in two steps, and slammed into her mentor's chest hard enough to move anyone who was not Black Fang.
"You have to help me! Hubby just proposed to me!" the Hexwitch was about to explode with worry. "I must be perfect for him! What should I wear to bring out my best features, how should I behave to appear as ladylike as possible, is there a-"
"I have never attended a marriage..." Black Fang whispered, taken off guard by her disciple's expressiveness. Then, for correctness, the Venomborne Terror added, "Not without being there to kill someone."
Vex stopped. Then her whole face lit up.
"Perfect! Then you have experience!"
"...I can offer my opinion," Black Fang finally relented.
"!!!!!!!!" Vex beamed like the happiest woman ever.
Because that was exactly who she was in this moment.
"Will you walk me to the altar?" Vex decided to push her luck.
