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A sunny California day, the whole San Francisco pack and some guests have taken over a rather large bit of beach and forest. A dark-haired figure approaches Enid Sinclair from the forest, and lowers her hood.
Enid: Wait what are you doing here?
Wednesday: I was informed by Bianca, who was apparently informed by Yoko, who of course was told by you yourself, that your mother has arranged for several West Coast pack representatives to compete for your hand.
Enid: That … doesn’t explain anything, Wednesday.
Wednesday: I’m here representing the East Coast.
Enid: 😳
Wednesday: 😑
Enid: Wednesday!!! Are you telling me you want to be my mate!? Here?! Now!? Like this!?
Wednesday: *retrieves two shining silver daggers, twirling them casually around her index fingers* Direct me to my competition, Enid. I will not fail.
Enid: *blushing furiously*…
Enid: *points*