Pink had always been Bunny's biggest blessing in life. He was the only person she didn't have to watch herself around. She could be whatever she needed to be, say whatever she needed to say, and he'd always match whatever energy she needed, not necessarily wanted. They challenged each other, and outside of loving him she held so much respect for him and his eternal insistence to defy others' expectations. Particularly her grandmother's. "Mm, okay," she sipped at the champagne he'd poured her and took the joint between manicured fingers, no need to thank him aloud because her gratitude toward him was ever-present. "See, this is why I married you. So many good ideas. I'll have her in a nursing home by Thanksgiving." Bunny perhaps didn't have the boiling rage in her to fulfil the fantasy anymore, but the potential was never zero dependant on her reptilian grandmother's next move. "Almost endearing," she chuckled as she exhaled a thin stream of smoke and handed the joint back, "It was all very perfect for Tins, just the right amount of elegance and spectacle. Crazy how we used to talk about marrying the two of you at family dinners when we were kids. Now look at us."
"Well I write books for a living, I better have good ideas. I'm too young to be a hack just yet." He joked as he slipped his suit jacket off and loosened his tie before he took the joint back, taking one last long drag before resting it in a nearby crystal ashtray. "That's really fucking sweet, Bunny Hop. Include it in your speech at the wedding." He told her and took her hand, "Come on, let's shower then get comfortable, it's still fairly early all things considered." He glanced down at her wedding ring and band, a now near permanent fixture on her ring and smiled to himself. He wasn't sure if they were still considered newlyweds, but it felt that way all the same and he didn't think that would ever change between the two of them, "They're going to have very blonde Targaryan babies, aren't they? Somebody's going to have to introduce those kids to anti-elitism. Why not uncle Pink?"
















