Abigail and Finn
"Me?" Abigail looked up at him. It wasn't that she didn't trust him. But she had always been the one manipulated by her father, by Hel and by Hannibal. It was hard to think of herself as the one to wrap anyone around her finger. She giggled. "Does that make me one in a million?"
"I don't know about that. I'm pretty good at holding a rifle and bakery tools." Abigail joked and gazed at her ring. "I've never made anything this beautiful though, so maybe you have a point."