With all the attention I’ve been giving to Ms. Aura and the portal, life goes on here in Domain. The big news: Gran’s sudden wedding to Mr. Squirrel. I just came back from the happy event down at the courthouse.
It shouldn’t be surprising in retrospect. At their age it makes no sense to wait, and they already lost the time Mr. Squirrel spent in prison. (Meanwhile, I’m still going to hold off marrying Fenton until after we graduate.)
After the ceremony everyone went out to dinner at a local omnivore restaurant that caters to all diets. To make sure none of the patrons get devoured, they stamp your hand when you enter. That identifies you as a customer, and the stamp itself tastes awful in order to dissuade predators that would otherwise ignore the rules.
They didn’t mention a honeymoon. I doubt Mr. Squirrel wants to travel much after his prison stay; preferring to enjoy being back in his own house for a while. Tomorrow, Dad is going to help Gran move her stuff over from George and Danielle’s place where she’d been living. With George Fennec now doing most of the child care for baby Francis, Gran hadn’t been needed as much anyway.
None of Mr. Squirrel’s family was in attendance, so I suspect there’s some disapproval on their part. Of course, Gran being the object of someone else’s judgmental nature is karma of the highest sort.
Today's question: what are some human wedding customs?
