Avos: “Excuse me! We’re looking for a certain groom-to-be!”
Meric: “Nooo, Avo! We lookin’ for daddy.”
Avos: “Oh you’re right of course, Merry. Are there any fathers in the near vicinity? Any green ones, specifically?”
Meric: “There!”
Orin: “There’s my favourite boys, and my favourite... human. Up you go Meric.”
Avos: “So, you’re ready for your big day? I see the hat is back?”
Orin: “Just for now, cuz’ the sun is back up, you know?”
Avos: “Something old... something new... “
Avos: “Well your house, I guess, though you won’t really be wearing that...”
Avos: “And for something borrowed and something blue. Perhaps you should hold Ollie for a bit during the ceremony.”
Orin: “Wouldn’t you like that, huh? ‘Sides, that rhyme is for the brides, not the grooms.”
Avos: “Well that’s dissapointing.”








