“Wait, back up—impending mating ceremony?” I turn on Lalo, who blinks innocently. “It has been so long; you'll forgive an elder female for going overboard with a celebration.” “So you’re planning a wedding?” I roll my eyes. “Niko is unconscious!” “A minor detail.” She waves her hand. “It’s best to have everything ready for when he wakes up disoriented. That way, we paint him in powders before he can make some excuse.”
