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Emotions are high at 12:35 a.m.

"Perhaps our friend here might prefer to have her hair up and out of the way for post-wedding activities. . . They'll be married soon enough. I imagine they'll do more than hold hands in bed. The way they look at each other when they THINK no one is looking could impregnate her on the spot. Now, THAT'S downright indecent, especially over the soup course."
FUCKING LOVE DACIANA CRESSWELL.

"He knew long before that boy ever walked into that laboratory that the two of you had the potential to change the world together. Know this---he took Thomas on as an apprentice because he is and always has been the Wadsworth who believed love could bridge the barrier between life and death. If you think me a romantic old fool, my brother is twice as much on both counts."
AND I LOVE UNCLE JONATHAN WADSWORTH EVEN MORE

"He's unique. Unique enough to keep you looking this happy for the rest of your lives, I'm sure."

I LOVE EDMUND WADSWORTH OML

"I want to share a name with. Thomas doesn't quite suit me, although you'd make a lovely Audrey Rose."
"I would take your name, if you wanted to keep it."
"Which is precisely the reason why I'm happy to become a Cresswell. . . You, too, Sir Isaac. . . I'm sure I can rustle up a rather dapper ribbon for you."
Lord help me, but the car seemed to perk up at the thought. It was a Cresswell through and through.
AHHHHHHH

"Then Sir Isaac hops into your lap, circles once, twice, possibly thrice before curling into a ball of warmth and fluff. Tell me having a cat's affection and a good book doesn't sound like an ideal evening."
"Is that really all you'd like me to picture? If that's an ideal evening, then how, exactly, do YOU fit in?"
"You'd be scantily clad in MY lap; Sir Isaac would be in yours. What? It's my fantasy for our future!"

"Don't be absurd. You don't call me His Royal Eminence Lord Thomas James Dorin Cresswell, do you? Sir Isaac will be quite adequate. He found me a few streets over. His command over gravity rivals his namesake's."
I might start calling Thomas His Royal Pain in My Arse. "We cannot keep it."
"Sir Isaac."
"We cannot keep Sir Isaac. How can we care for him on our many travels?"
PART 2

"Cresswell, there's a cat following you. It's going to pounce on you."
"Actually, it's waiting to be invited. Observe. Wadsworth, meet Sir Isaac Mewton. Sir Isaac Mewton, this is that special human I told you about. You'll be nice to her or there won't be any more belly rubs in your future."
"Sir Isaac MEWTON? Do you honestly expect me to address that creature that way? Where did you even find it?"
PART 1

With or without the rose tattoo as a permanent marking, Thomas Cresswell was mine.

AMEN

"Then we ought to be very quiet."

DEADDDDDDDDDDDDD