"I'm sure it can't be that bad," she comments, a little concerned for all the face rubbing he's doing. "If you mentioned them by name, just let them in on it so they can play along." A pause. "You know, if this happens again, at least we won't be dragged into being part of the wedding!"

Always look on the bright side. Always try.

Another pause, after which, with a squeak: "Quick question." She bites her lip, frets a bit. Then just decides to say it, and to hell with it: "You know him well enough, how badly do you reckon Wrathion would take it to know I claimed he was my...you know?"

(That last bit, her voice is so pitched it could summon dogs.)