Pantheon reflexively blurted out, "A license? What kind of license? What exam did you take now?"
Before Mortimer Quincy could answer, he added, "Good thing we're not in the same department, or you would've intercepted my entire income stream." He roared with laughter.
Zeke Zane, however, knew exactly what kind of license. He shot Pantheon a look one might give an idiot, and then his expression soured.
'We're all human, but the difference is just too great.'
'Marriage?'
'And here he and Anna Willow weren't even close to getting engaged.'
For once, Mortimer Quincy patiently explained, "A marriage license."
As if afraid they hadn't heard him clearly, he repeated, "We're getting our marriage license today."
Pantheon's laughter died abruptly, and he choked on his own spit. "COUGH, COUGH, COUGH."
'A marriage license?'
'Fuck... yeah!'
Mortimer Quincy was very pleased with their reactions. He raised an eyebrow, then took Holly Winslow's hand and led her away.
