The kiss seals more than any modern cleric or celebrant ever could, and Eurydice feels a literal blessing of their union settle warmly around them as her husband returns her vow.

Then eats.

She laughs in quiet delight.

"I don't think modern weddings are quite this casual," she tells him, offering a piece of fish to Seph, who takes it delicately from her fingers before trotting off with it to the balcony, her tail high. "And my mother will insist on something more... structured. But I say we're married, and married again, and anything else is just a fancy party."

She has a mouthful of curry, herself, then pushes her fingers through his hair. He's a perfect blend of the beautiful youth she married so long ago, and what she's fairly sure is either a hipster or a hippy. The terms sound too similar.

"I'll let you choose my dress."