Juliet!
Rhys was pleased that he and Juliet had decided to attend Donovan's wedding. The trip was providing to be a nice change from their relatively normal monotony that the last few months had been. It was quite strange, actually. He had grown so accustomed to fighting and arguing that Rhys had forgotten it was possible to simply not.
Though, if he was going to be honest, he was starting to feel that this... mood around them was coming to an end. Eh, it had been relaxing while it lasted. Either way, tonight was still a night away from the twins, something always worth celebrating. Will and Anneliese would not doubt enjoy having four small children in their house. Rhys did not pity his friend.
For the past few minutes, Rhys had taken to fiddle with the small bottle of felicis they had received as favors. A rather impressive gift--- and usually Rhys suppressed being impressed purely on spiteful principle. This, he decided, deserved it.
Turning to Juliet, he let the bottle go limp in his hands. "What do you think we should do with these?" he asked, genuinely curious. Juliet had always been better at making snap decisions about things, even if it wasn't necessary. He supposed they could save them for the twins for when they were older, but... Rhys had a feeling they wouldn't need a great amount of luck in their lives to get what they wanted.
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