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“I am not saying that.”
“But they’re traditional,” Root said, eyes glinting. “Don’t you think it would be fitting?”
“‘To honor and obey?’ How does that fit at all?” Sameen asked with a snort.
“Oh, I think it fits,” Root cooed, grin not abating in the least. “You’re quite good at obeying in the right circumstances.”
Sameen shifted a little in her seat. “Can we not discuss that right now?” she hissed. “Just no to those, pick something else.”
“You’re no fun,” Root said, but she marked through that option. “How do you feel about ‘till death do us part?’”