It had been a long time since Lethe had been to a wedding and longer still since she had attended one as beautiful as this, and her smile was warm and genuine as she reached the newlyweds. She was looking quite lovely today in a dress of dark blue silk, the flowing drape of the gown creating a fluid effect not at all unlike water. Her hair was swept back from her fair face and her eyes were bright and clear; she could hardly have looked more unlike the diminished, disoriented creature Marijuana had taken in all those months ago.
"Marijuana," she greeted him with a light kiss on the cheek, "and Heroin," the other drug god was unfamiliar to her, but still she grasped his hand warmly. "Congratulations, both of you. I wish you every joy in the world."
The corners of her mouth quirked wryly. "You should know that you're awfully hard to buy for. Still... there is something I'd like to offer you. A gift, if you'll accept it." She paused. Lethe had thought long over what she was about to offer, for the waters of oblivion were never to be tampered with lightly and in a less than perfect union the boon she had in mind could all too easily become more of a burden. But seeing the lovers' happiness during the ceremony, hearing their heartfelt vows, that had decided her. She would let Marijuana and Heroin choose.
"I am no Mnemosyne, but as Marijuana knows the waters of forgetfulness flow wherever memory resides. Eventually all is dissolved in me - every pain and joy, every embarrassment and triumph, every love... unless I choose otherwise." She looked them each directly in the eye, her own like deep pools. "I offer you this: that for as long as the Lethe flows, Oblivion will not touch your memories of today's happiness, that the memories of your joy will never fade or tarnish but always be as clear and perfect as they are today."
She finished with a small smile. "It's yours if you want it."