"Well that sucks," she said, patting him on the shoulder. "I can put out some feelers, if you want. I can go places some of you can't, and I have a few contacts that might be useful. Minor demon that owes me a favor. Long story."

"That would be amazing," she said, and she meant it. "And hey, you know I like more about you than your cooking, right?" she asked, nudging him lightly in the ribs. "It's a definite bonus, but it's not the main thing." She waved a hand at that. "It will be a brief marriage, burning bright for a delicious moment, and then fading into a beautiful memory." She giggled.

"I try, I guess," she said, pushing some hair behind her ear. She was about to say something else, but it got lost in the feeling of Patrick pressing his lips to hers.

Well. That was...new. Not really bad, just...different. She'd kissed Makaria on Valentine's Day because she thought she'd been in love with her, but it hadn't been real. It had felt real at the time, though, even if it felt plastic and fake when she thought back on it. This time, she wasn't under any sort of spell, and she still wasn't sure how to react. She didn't push him off right away, though. Mostly because her brain was having trouble processing all of the information.