Madisynn's Chaotic Toast
Madisynn stumbles up to the microphone with a champagne flute she definitely did not pour herself. She squints at the room, then beams.
Okay hiiiii everyone. Wow. Love the vibes. Love the floating lanterns. One of them winked at me earlier, which—Wong, we’re gonna talk about that later.
So. I’m supposed to give a toast. To Wong. Which is wild, because when I first met him I was, like, 60% convinced he was a librarian and 40% convinced I had died.
But here’s the thing about Wongers—
(Wong sighs. Jen smirks.)
—he’s not scary. He’s not mysterious. He’s just… steady.
He remembers to eat. He texts back. He makes tea when I’m spiraling and doesn’t even ask why I’m spiraling, which is honestly very healing.
Everyone thinks he’s the Sorcerer Supreme. But I’ve seen him:
lose an argument with a cloak,
apologize to a demon for being “a little short earlier,”
and carry snacks in his pockets just in case someone is having a moment.
That’s not magic. That’s love.
Wong, you never made me feel stupid for not understanding your world. You just explained it. Slowly. With diagrams. Sometimes puppets.
And you let me be me — even when me is a lot.
(She sniffles, then waves it off.)
Okay, nope, not crying. This is just champagne with emotions.
So here’s to Wong: Protector of reality. Champion of boundaries. And the only man I know who can stop an interdimensional invasion and remember our anniversary.
I love you. You make the universe feel… safe.
Cheers to love, to chaos, and to whatever the hell this is — because honestly?
I wouldn’t trade it for any dimension.
(She raises her glass. Wong stands, touched, and bows slightly.)
Okay bye I’m done don’t play music yet I need to sit.
