It had taken some promising from her Viking king to get his crone to the wedding, to get her to behave and sit through the whole farce. There was too much show, too much drama, not enough meaning no matter the tears and whatever else was going on. Of course, she could have been quite biased to her own quiet ceremony.
"I have been to a few of these..." She watched those around them carefully. "There is magic to them." She'd been to mostly Fable weddings, and this did not feel like that. Oh there was something to it, as these were not the City's children going through a ritual the City didn't fully understand, but that something didn't have the power of Snow White and Charming, Cinderella and Charming, or Sleeping Beauty and Charming. It simply wasn't the same. Not that the crone had exactly been invited to any of those, but she knew what happened there.
"We dance, find a toy, and go home?" She smiled up at her husband. "Their home probably. Unless you'd rather torture the cabin a little, curl up inside, nice and toasty?" She was teasing. It amused her how the two reacted to each other, even if she often claimed the cabin was a bane to her existence.