Vrinn x Farnsworth x Anna

"Da." Vrinn begins, sitting in his father's office across from him at his desk early one morning while his wife sleeps in. "I need t' ask you a thing or two about Magnimar. I haven't been since, well, at least not since I was a lad when I visited you once. So... I need a favour... I noticed thatGildy ain't too keen on horses at all, and goblin dogs freak me the fook out, so I need to get her something that's more... Her size. Don't suppose y'know anyone who can give me a good deal? Maybe even if it's something a bit hard t' get as well, y'know..." 

Farnsworth fidgets with his copper and diamond cufflinks in the shape of foxes. He pulls out a small hand mirror and begins styling his facial hair. "Well, she's a goblin, son. Horses and dogs are two things man can be assured of will protect him from her kind; and I can't blame you for your distaste of the sorry creatures your wife's people call dogs!"  He leans back and regards his face. He fetches a small silver comb from the desk draw and begins combing his beard."Now, I know some fellows that know some dealers of critters great, small and exotic. I don't have a direct connection but I my name carries some weight, even after all this time." He puts the mirror down and gives his son a pose and smile. "Do I look handsome, boy? Tell me honest! I'm trying a new moustache wax and I'm undecided on its efficacy..."

Slouching back in his chair across from his father, Vrinn steeples his fingers after rubbing the bridge of his nose, obviously tired and not having gone to sleep yet after working all night. "Ye look fine, Da. Ye know ye always do. Though, it's a little shinier than usual, not sure if that's what ye want or not..." he points out, noticing how the early morning sun rays glisten off the tip of the magnificent mustache. "Thanks though..." he begins, stifling a yawn "...I'll make sure t' name drop only when I need to. I imagine that not everyone in Magnimar is exactly going t' like hearing your name" he says with a wry smirk and a wink. "Have ye seen Anna today yet? I want t' ask her a few things about holdin' a ceremony of sorts. Gotta make things official y'know. And I'm not sure how the other priests in town'd look at marryin' a goblin..."

Farnsworth gives one arms of his moustache an exaggerated twist and flourish. Unconsciously, he steeples his fingers as well and sighs deeply. "Goblin marriage, if I haven't heard all the things in the world, that's the thing to end them all." He looks at Vrinn and  sighs again, waving his hand idly. "She's coming. Sometimes she likes to paint the sunrises." He leans forward to rise from his chair. "Oh, in Magnimar's underworld, if you must refer to me, do as either " Istoiche Sionnach" (Elvish for Night Fox) or Slick Pick Rick." He stands and adjust his black tunic inlaid with copper designs of racing foxes. "One or the other, if you please, though no one's seen me as the Sionnach in almost a decade...maybe don't  use that one." He looks at be wistful at this and looks away from Vrinn to his bookshelf.

Nodding as he listens, he sighs after learning that Anna is out at the moment before raising an eyebrow after learning a couple of his father's alias'. "Do I even want t' know how ye came up with Istoiche Sionnach?" he pauses, pensively. "Ye know what... Nevermind. Slick Pick Rick it is." He begins, groaning as he pushes himself out of his chair. "Also thank again Da. I know ye probably wanted other things for me. Well, I know that at the very least ye didn' want me to be shackin' up with a little goblin lass." again, rubbing the bridge of his nose to shake away his tiredness as he begins to head for the door "So, when Ma comes t' visit, try not t' let her kill me, please?" he finishes his smile saying he's joking, but the lines around his eyes making it look as though there's something akin to terror in his expression.

Farnsworth laughs in his usual sharp barks. "That's good son. Ain't no man in heaven, hell or otherwise, fit to stop Vinadea from hitting her mark! You're on your own, Scooter!" He says with a laugh as he points at Vrinn. The older man then looks past his son with mirth in his eyes. Vrinn feels slender arms envelope him and a sweet smell of perfume. "Hey, I won't let your Ma ping ya between ya eyes, Vrinny! Just point me in her direction and I'll turn her into a pretty little bird or sum'thin."

"Well, I guess I'm a dea-Ahh!" he begins to reply, but is actually startled and taken completely by surprise by the silent approach and subsequent enveloping of arms around him that he even surprises himself. Though, judging by the softness pressing into his back as he's embraced, he visibly relaxes. "Ye know, I don' think that'd actually slow her down much" he says, grinning as he turns in Anna's embrace, giving her a polite kiss on the cheek as he tries to disentangle himself from her. "I was just about t' come lookin' for you..."

She floats into the room, wearing the shirt Farnsworth wore yesterday. She ends up in the man's arm, he carrying her like a bride as they kiss, her lips disappearing into his snowy white facial hair. She levels a grin at the younger Cheesewright spawn. "You know what they say, Vrinny Boy. 'Speak of a devil's shadow and the devil's not far behind!'" She forces herself to land on the edge of Farnsworth's desk where there's clearance. "So, what'ya need, boy-o? Sum'thing got ya stumped in the ol' Book o' Joy?"

Rolling his eyes as he watches his father and his father's new interest, he smirk to himself, wondering who is actually playing who between the pair of them. Walking the length of the room again to reclaim the seat he just vacated, he waits awkwardly for them to finish. "Actually, it's been comin' in quite useful. Your own personal notes especially. Even added a few of me own when dealing with shorter people..." he begins before clearing his throat to prevent from getting side tracked. "As I was just tellin' Da, I wanted t' talk to ye about a ceremony for me an' Gildy. Not sure about the priests in town and their thoughts on marryin' a half elf and a goblin, so wanted t' know your thoughts or if there's somethin' ye could do...?"

Anna tilts her head at Vrinn before it dawns on her what he's asking her. "You wanna do a Calistrian ceremony?" She looks up at the ceiling and drums her fingers on the wood. "Well... usually people do that AFTER the official official ceremony since you know it's all about-" She grins. "Yeah, Vrinn..." she says slyly. "I can do a Calistrian Joining. When ya wanna do it?"

Yawning, he rubs his hand over his chin, feeling the stubble beginning to set in. "Well, sure, if you're able to do it that is" he begins. "Though prolly not for a bit yet. At least not until Ma is able to attend. I'm sure she'd be able to be convinced to t' shoot th' bride" he says, chuckling nervously. "I hope..." "Of course Synovia an' Miro would need an invite, Bobole as well I suppose." he begins, thinking out loud to himself "Ameiko naturally, not too sure about Kendra though, she might not be too appreciative right now. Could always talk t' her I guess..." he says, sighing. "Honestly..." he raises an eyebrow up towards Anna "...I have no idea how t' plan a wedding, let alone a Calistrian one. If ye want t' take the reign on it, maybe teach Gildy a few things, you're more than welcome to"

Anna lights up like a fireball and launches herself at Vrinn, giving him a big hug. "THANK YOU VRINNY! I've always wanted to pull out all the stops!" She turns over her shoulder to Farnsworth. "Ya hear that Mr. C? I've got a biiiiig day to plan!" She gives Vrinn another kiss and giggles as she runs off on her toes, skipping and giving a triumphant jump in the hall. Vrinn's father adjusts his cufflinks and sighs. "Son..." he looks up and adjusts his moustache. "You're a dumb son of a bitch" He pats his son on the shoulder as he walks out.

Too shocked by Anna's exuberance to really react in any meaningful way, he looks around the empty room, a confused look on his face. "Why do I think I'm going to regret my life..." he whispers to the morning out of the office window. With a loud yawn and much stretching, he makes his way quietly out of the brothel, heading towards his room at the Rusty Dragon, snuggling up to his wife before drifting off to sleep himself.