"I don't kick anything," Viatorus protests, flustered, but he's more embarrassed than annoyed. Especially when Ingirun has to do such a job to keep from laughing. As if it might be taken as a rebuke and not a compliment he says, "You really are like Isidor."

Through a giggle, Ingirun answers, "I'm the youngest of five. My sisters are all beautiful, and lovely. They all doted on my father and I, and we dote on their children..." She turns to Viatorus, "We should have a big party one night. All your friends and family can meet my family." Beaming, she turns back to Harrowheart. "Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"Oh, um... I... I guess that would be nice." Viatorus blinks, looking between his friend and fiancée, caught off guard by the idea, before settling on Harrowheart. "You could bring Anna."