Having both hands free, Venus wrapped both her arms around August's waist to hug him back, then stepped aside to make room. "You don't always have to bring food, you know. Your company is enough." Besides, she now had a wedding dress she had to fit into. An actual dress! Still, she grabbed a small hand full of the chips and munched on them before heading to the couch. "Sometimes I think you're trying to butter me up for something."
She rolled her eyes and plunked down on the couch, taking her time to chew and swallow before she even thought about answering. "No, I believe her. Willow does too, she met her later on. Raphaela ended up coming around as well, and you can't argue with a wolf," she went on, grinning widely. "As you well know." She put her feet up on the coffee table and unzipped her boots, sighing with relief as she pulled out of them and tossed them towards the door. "I figure two psychics and a wolf familiar agreeing she's the real McCoy is about as close to a magical DNA test as you're likely to get."