Phos cocked his head. "Will these animals be making an appearance at the wedding?" he asked, a slight edge to his voice.
"It wouldn't be the only thing weird about the wedding," Phos muttered. Poppy frowned, and Francis would see by the stubborn tilt of her jaw that she was getting annoyed. "Phos, do you have something you want to say?"
"Phos," Francis said, his voice a bit stern. "If there's anything you would like us to know, then tell us."
"I feel like you don't know each other well enough," he said flatly. Poppy's brow furrowed, and she squeezed Francis' hand under the table.
Phos frowned. "You only think you're certain," he said sternly. "Human beings are foolish in love." Poppy's brow furrowed and she looked down at their hands, squeezing it tightly.
"You're being foolish," Phos said harshly. "If you're truly confident in your love, you don't need to rush into a marriage to solidify it."
"You're acting like children," Phos said. "Impatient children." Poppy looked up at him sharply. "That's enough, Phos."
Phos seemed to realize that he had gone too far. "I'm just worried about you two." "Evidently," Poppy said, standing up and pushing in her chair. "I hope you can get over your worries to come to our wedding. I mean, you can barely overcome it in a friendly conversation, but we'll see." Her voice dripped with sarcasm, and her jaw was tight with anger.
