[ It is sweet, she thinks, imagining a ceremony that took place a while back, something actually sentimental between two people who met and grew close, not just round two (or more) of the game. Picture this: hey, there's that chapel with the runes, wouldn't it be cute and funny if we tied the knot there? The following assumption: at least someone's finding love in the madness.

Then it's like her attention's been yanked right back in through a wall. ]

What — no — not that I wouldn't do the other two, I just. [ Go on, Cellar. Just what. ] Okay, wait, that's. I didn't mean to say it like that. Sorry, didn't you just say you're married?