“How long have you two been married?” “Three months,” Manu chirps. “Three years,” Keon corrects with a roll of his eyes before he steals more food off his husband’s plate. “Ah, that’s right,” Manu says, plopping a grape in his mouth. “Time flies when you’re riding good c—” “Carriages,” Keon quickly intervenes, cutting him off with an elbow to the arm, stealing hurried looks at the frowning advisors.
