RP:Arm And Hammer

Summary: Tiber and Lanara take Tybalt to ‘The Bone Cleaver’ up in Frostmaw, to be fitted for a prosthetic arm. The young boy tells the couple the heartbreaking tale of his life before he was a prisoner of the Basement, and they assure him that he will have a bright future with the Amber Lunation.

Part of the New Moon, New Motion Arc

(Post 1 of 2) :: The week flew by in a flurry of excitement as Tiber and Lanara had been busy discussing wedding plans and making preparations for their upcoming housewarming party. Their engagement still remains a secret, save for the Pack and Aira being privy to the news, and Lana only wears her ring in private at the Lowell Estate. More often than not, she is found on the balcony, sitting campfire style and basking in the scent of sage, as she ogles the rock upon her ring finger and feels butterflies in the pit of her stomach. Magic and memories, courtesy of her beloved, is the best possible gift he could have given to his betrothed. And that’s where the little witch is at this very moment, as she manages to tear her gaze from the ring and peers into the bubbling cauldron. Water is rarely used for scrying, as most magic users prefer a black mirror, crystal ball, or fire, but Lanara is considered a High Priestess in the ranks, and so she finds what she’s looking for with ease. “The Bone Cleaver?” She blinks, before swirling her pointer figure in the liquid, as though a cat testing the water. She’s not afraid of being burned from the boiling brew, she’s merely ‘reading’ and gathering more information. The moon hangs low in the sky and shines like a beacon on the brunette, highlighting the pentacle that dangles from her neck, and she smiles in satisfaction as she has completed her research. A few moments later, after saying goodbye to the elements, Lanara heads into the master bedroom and curls up against Tiber, reassuring him that she knows all they need to know for their upcoming trip in the morning.

(Post 2 of 2) Lanara walks beside Tiber, holding tightly to his hand, as she fills him in on everything that her magic had revealed the night prior. “So! Apparently this frost giant up in Frostmaw, Ezajul, is the -best- blacksmith around that caters to the disabled. He runs the ‘Bone Cleaver’ and he makes all sorts of weapons and armor. He can make Tybalt a special arm that we can insert parts into, depending on what sort of powers he wants to use. I think we should get a few with some phylacteries so that we can enchant them with magic, later on, once he’s used to wielding the arm. It will be difficult for him in the beginning, but I think this will help Tybalt with his confidence and hopefully the brats at school stop bothering him.” The Luna of the Amber Lunation has grown rather protective of the boy and she frowns at her fiance, “I know you said he needs to learn how to behave with those around his age, and that he has to go to school… But maybe we can just homeschool him? Corrine does -nothing- all day and she used to work for that big newspaper company, so she has to be fairly intelligent.” Lana wonders just how much the woman had suffered from taking all those laxatives, and she tries to shield the smirk that appears on her face. She hadn’t gotten around to telling Tiber about her little prank, but she knows she will be forgiven. He cannot stay mad at her for too long, and Corrine did put itching powder in her hair brush, so she feels vindicated in her decision! They arrive at the newly built house and Lana leans in for a lingering kiss, wanting to do much more, but she knows that they will have a child in their care for the rest of the day so she pulls back and opens the door. Before they cross the threshold she looks to Tiber and whispers, “Don’t tell Bjorn where we are going, he will want to know how ‘hot’ my sister is, and after the way he treated Nel, there is no way he’s tagging along!”

(1 of 2) Tiberius was greatly relieved he had learned his lesson from their quarrel before. From that explosion came growth, and a newfound appreciation of each other. The two were learning to communicate more efficiently, despite the setbacks. The man was appreciative of his beloved. In awe. Losing Lanara would have been the biggest blow of them all, and he was glad to see her still ogling that chocolate stone on her finger from afar. He kept his distance and let her have her space. She had been beautiful in the moonlight glow. The balcony had been her little haven, and for that, that made him smile in his rare ways. Although Tiber had been dreading the trip up to Frostmaw, he knew that it was needed for the youngling to become stronger, so when Lanara came to wrap herself up in the Catalian, he would listen attentively and be ready for the trip the next day.

(2 of 2) Tiber lingers hand-in-hand with his Luna. The man looking up at the trees as the woman spoke about ‘The Bone Cleaver’. He nodded along to her words. “Prosthetics can cause some discomfort, but I’m sure he will get used to it. At least it seems he’s over the whole phantom limb. I don’t know how long he’s been like this… do you? Then again, did something happen or was he born without the limb?” He questions Lanara before shaking his head. “We’ll get more insight later, I’m sure.” There was a pause, and a brood-ish, Tiber-stare forward as Lanara talks about homeschooling Tybalt. “You don’t want him to be one of those kids that are like… weird and can’t socialize, though, right?” Was that a bad thing to say? Tiber was clueless about children and their feelings. “School provides social emotional skills. Do you really think Tybalt is going to get those from Corrine?” Then again, it was better than being bullied… unless… “What if Corrine bullies him?” Then again, Tiber was Alpha, so that would not have to be a possibility. Tiber was still getting used to his role. As the two approach, the man turns into the kiss before, almost reluctantly, pulling back. They had an appointment to attend. “Hey, you didn’t -have- to bring him to Nel. Hell you could have pointed to any chick and said it was the doctor, and I’m sure he would have went howling no matter what the chick looked like.” The man grins, but then his face goes straight, for the sake of… ‘what if that comment did not amuse the fiance’. “But I won’t say anything about Taly.” The man would then tug Lanara along to greet little Tybalt.

(Post 1 of 2) Lanara chews the inside of her cheek as Tiber considers homeschooled children to be weirdo’s and she gives him a confused side long look, “Do you think your future sister-in-law is a freak? Taly was schooled by our mother and she turned out lovely and doesn’t have any issues with socializing!” Although, she has the backbone of a jellyfish and avoids confrontation of any kind. “I ended up at that stupid boarding school for the magically gifted and they treated me like some sort of leper when I was little…In later years, I was their science project. And even though I couldn’t communicate much with others, on the rare times I did, I didn’t have any trouble making friends.” Hell, half the teachers were afraid of Lana and the other half wanted to take her on a date! “Hopefully when he gets the prosthetic he will fit in more at school… It’s your call, Alpha! And… I’m not sure. When I was hired, his arm was already healed up, and there wasn’t any mention of it in his case file.” An eye roll is given as Tiber states that Bjorn will think -any- woman is hot, and she shakes her head, “Nel is beautiful, either way, he would have found a way to get her to notice him.”

(Post 2 of 2) Once inside the home, Lana greets Violet with a smile and spies Tybalt working on one of his puzzles, “Hey, Balto! Want to go on a little adventure with Ty and I? The temperature is supposed to drop, so be sure to dress warm!” The boy smiles sheepishly at the witch, though he stands up tall and at attention as his gaze shifts to Tiber. He’s eager to impress the Alpha, it seems, and he obediently runs off to grab a coat. Corrine sits in the corner, rubbing her stomach and trying to read the label on a bottle of pills, “I -still- have this awful cough, but I’m -afraid- to cough, because-” Bjorn enters the room and cuts in, “Corrine sharts everytime she coughs and it’s so gross! Last night she made a mess in the bed and Greyson had to head out and buy her a new mattress!” Lanara tries her damnedest not to laugh, but before long, she’s doubled over and cackling her hardest. Corrine picks up a book and hurls it at the witch, a few slurs filling the room, but it makes Lana laugh even more! Eventually, she stops laughing and wraps an arm about Tiber’s waist, so she can rest against his side. Tybalt is taking a bit to get ready as he wants his clothes to match and to make sure he will be warm enough. “He should be back soon and then we can get going!” Bjorn looks pointedly at Tiber, “Hey! Can I come?! I don’t want to be stuck here with Poopy Pants all day!”

Tiber sucks in his cheeks at the mention of Talyara. Was she weird? He did not know. The man only met her a handful of times. He vaguely knew her. Kissed her once. Maybe do not reflect on that memory, Tiber, since she is going to be a sister-in-law. Plus, Lanara was upset about that one at one point in time. Yikes. “Eh, couldn’t tell ya. She could be. Maybe she has some skeletons in the closet,” he teases. “How about, we homeschool him for a while so he can adjust to the limb, and then maybe when he is ready… try school again?” The two then attend to the others. The man does not say much to Tybalt who looks at the Alpha all wide-eyed and in awe. Tiber is oblivious to most things. The man watches the kid scurry off before looking down at his watch. Tiberius Lowell was timely, so hopefully the kid does not take too long. Eyes then snap from the watch at Bjorn’s comment on Corrine's loose bowels, and a hand is pressed over his mouth for Corrine’s own embarrassment. “The hell, Corrine? Maybe you should go to a doctor for Sven’s sake before you ruin another new mattress.” The Catalian is blunt and tries to hold back the laughter and… disgust. Amber eyes then shoot towards Bjorn. “How about you take poopy pants to the doc--” he cuts off short because if Bjorn is sent to Nel again, he was going to get in trouble. “Someone needs to take care of Corrine, and you’re here, so just do it. I’m not dragging the whole team up to Frostmaw.”

Lanara rolls up the sleeves on her thick sweater and her face flushes a tad in embarrassment, not for Corrine, but for herself. What would the Pack think if she came clean? Perhaps she should keep this little secret, or at least keep it between herself and Tiber. The idea of homeschooling Tybalt for a little bit until he adjusts is a winner, and it’s wise that her fiance keeps mum about kissing her sister. Lana may have forgiven, but she didn’t forget, and she’s insanely jealous of anyone touching -her- territory! Corrine glares at Tiber, “It was probably -your- stupid mate that did this! She went to some hippy healer that spent the entire time flirting with Bjorn! Notice how Tybalt barely has a sniffle?! I’m getting worse!” The amusement fades from Lana’s expression as she counters on Bjorn, “Penelope didn’t flirt with you! How -dare- you make such accusations! And you are definitely not coming with us today! In fact, your penance is that you have to clean both washrooms and knit Corrine some diapers! If it’s not done by the time I return, your punishment will be far worse!” Violet sits on the couch and shakes her head, “Are you going to visit your sister up in Frostmaw?” The witch purses her lips and looks annoyed by the inquiry, because Tiber let it slip where they are headed, “No. Talyara lives in Frostmaw, but we aren’t going to be stopping by her cottage, as she hates having visitors.” That part -is- true. Ever since their abduction, Taly has become a bit of a hermit, and she panics whenever there is a knock at the door. “We are leaving. Bjorn, stop giving me that look!” At long last, Tybalt reenters the room and the trio are ready to make their way to the blacksmith all the way up north. “We will get a carriage at the mountain pass so it’s not too tiresome.” Lana smiles and takes Tybalt’s hand, while her other hand rests in Tiber’s, “I think we should go for ice cream on the way back! Maybe get some for Corrine, it may cheer her up.” It will also make her go to the bathroom even -more- so perhaps Lana shouldn’t be giving advice?

Tiber blinks at Corrine’s explosion. “You can’t blame Lana for everything. Maybe you have an allergy that’s making your stomach upset, hell if we know?” Then, the man shuts his trap as Lanara’s amusement fades from her face. Best if Tiber steps out of the way with this one. The Catalian sucks in his cheeks at Lanara’s demands. Eyes shift to Bjorn, and Bjorn is now staring at Tiber in a ‘please help a bro out’ way. In this moment, Tiber looks down at his watch to avoid the stare. Then, Violet mentions Talyara and Tiber cringes at the name due to Bjorn’s ways, “What sister?” Tiber plays stupid, but clearly most of the pack knows Taly lives in Frostmaw due to Lanara’s frequent trips. As Tybalt reenters, there is relief that washes over the Catalian. “Thank the Gods.” Tiber is eager to leave with Lanara and the kid, so Tiber is almost dragging Lanara along. “Whatever keeps me away from that house longer, ice cream it is. I think I’m aging? Am I greying?” Overdramatic much? “Whose idea was it to save them?” The man then looks to Tybalt and holds out a defensive hand with a sheepish smirk. “Kidding. If I were to choose one, it’d be you.” Maybe. This was a bluff, so the kid would not cry. A very clean and easy bluff. Did all kids cry? Tiber did not know, either way, he was glad they were heading to Frostmaw.

Lanara is delighted that Tiber doesn’t scold her for punishing Bjorn, and that he has her back when it comes to Corrine. He’s even more perfect in her eyes now, and she mouths, ‘wait until later’ with a suggestive wink, because she knows just how to thank him for defending her against that evil woman! Little does Tiber know… Lana -is- the reason behind the destroyed mattress and Corrine’s stomach upsetness! She’s practically drug along the way as they cut through Kelay, as Tybalt is excited for ice cream and Tiber is eager to get away from the Pack. The Catalian insults the poor kid, but thankfully he doesn’t start sobbing, and then she’s asked if Tiber is starting to go gray! “No, Baby… You are still as gorgeous and youthful as when we first met…” She holds his gaze for a moment, a sliver of lust passing from her form to his in their bond, and she pulls back the reins on Asha’s longing. Now is -not- the time for that, she-wolf! After hitching a carriage, they are whisked up the mountain and they arrive in Frostmaw a few hours later, the icy climate greeting them with a chilled embrace. Lana helps Tybalt from the carriage and points westward, “We have to go that way… It’s only about two miles, but it will be difficult in this weather, so we need to all stay close and watch where we step!” The witch thinks for a moment and her eyes sparkle as she has an idea. “Let me call Rude-Off… He can hold my bag and carry Tybalt on his back.” The kid is shorter than the witch and the snow is nearly up to his chest! He’d lose more than an arm if they aren’t careful and if frostbite sets in! After whistling and mumbling something in Sylvan, the ill mannered stag appears and glares at Tiber and Lanara for interrupting him, “This better be good! I was just talking to some sweet does and about to sco- Or not. Who is the kid? Don’t tell me you popped out another dud, Lana! The last one was an abomination and you nearly died!” His eyes roll and he wildly shakes his head, nearly spearing poor Tybalt in the chest. “Shush. Just give him a ride, it’s not far away. I will bake you more oatcakes this week.” That does the trick, for the deer lowers himself and allows the boy to climb onto his back, “This is animal abuse, you know! Do I look like a mule?” Lana sighs and doesn’t answer, but she does link her arm through Tiber’s so they can hold on to each other as they maneuver through the heavy snow.

Tiber was relieved there was no grey hair yet, and the catch of Lanara’s chocolate eyes had him stare into her. Could she wear that crimson lacy undergarment again? If Balto was not around, oh the sweet things he would whisper to her right about now, but he has to wait. Unfortunately. Once hitching a ride in the carriage, Tiber settles easily. Thank gosh they did not have to climb the mountain--the carriage did. Once in Frostmaw, heavy boots step into the deep snow. He hated Frostmaw, but somehow, they were always there. “He could carry me on his back,” there was sarcasm there, and he smirks it off before Sylvan tongue comes into play. The rude deer is here, and Tiber tries his best -not- to acknowledge the deer. Well, until the witch and the deer come to an agreement. The bag is strapped to the deer. “Don’t drop anything,” Tiber frowns, but maybe he should not push Rude-Off so much. Tiber then assists Tybalt to help him on Rude-Off before waving them away. Then, as Lanara links her arm through, Tiber assists his beloved through the snow. “You know, I’m doing this because I love you.” He grins at her teasingly. The cold was not so bad. The two then trek on making their two mile trip towards ‘The Bone Cleaver’. After a while, the building begins to come into the clear and the path begins to lighten, for the snow was shoveled. Thank goodness.

(Post 1 of 2) Lanara hopes that Tybalt doesn’t remember any of the colorful words that Rude-Off is singing, because she doesn’t want to explain what any of the expletives mean. Leave it to the deer to rhyme curse words and string them into some sick story, but either way, it keeps the kid distracted from the cold and he hasn’t really asked where they are headed. Would Tybalt be upset that they are fitting him for a new arm? Time will tell, and soon enough the building comes into view! Looking up at her beloved, Lana smirks though there is adoration in her gaze, “if you really loved me you would have climbed that mountain again… But, nope! We had to take a carriage!” She’s jesting, but she steals a quick kiss when the deer and boy aren’t looking, and whispers, “I love you so much! And it means a lot to me… I think it will do Balto a world of good, too.” Softly, she caresses Tiber’s cheek with her cold hand, before they all kick the snow from their boots and stand outside their destination. Shivering slightly, Lanara bends and rests a hand on each of Tybalt’s shoulders, “Okay, so this little surprise trip is all about you! As your Luna… It’s my job to make sure that you are happy. And as your Alpha, it’s up to Tiber to see that you are always safe. We both have been talking and we think it’s best if we have you fit for a prosthetic arm… That way, you can defend yourself and you can have the coolest attachments! There is one where you can hurl fireballs, another where a little sword comes out made of ice, all sorts of fun enchantments! Even your classmates will think it’s awesome! Plus, it will make it easier for you to work on your projects, and you could try to play some sports… So, what do you say, Balto? Want to check it out?”

(Post 2 of 2) At first, Tybalt looks confused as Lana discusses the plan, “A fake half-arm?” He glances at his side, where his arm is missing from the elbow downwards, and he clenches his lips in a thin line. Anger sets in, and he slowly lifts his head to look at Tiber, but he’s obedient enough not to insult their Alpha. Finally, the last emotion that sets on his face is hope, and he peers up at Lana, a single tear trickling down his right cheek, “I want everyone to like me. Do you really think I will have a better life, Luna?” The witch exchanges a look with Tiber, before she gently prods, “What was your life before us, Balto?” It seems like an eternity passes before the boy speaks, and they are all shivering and soaked to the bone at this point, “I don’t remember much… I was born an identical twin and my brother’s name was Tidus. We never knew our father, and Mama was really poor, so she would leave us alone all day and go to work. After her day job, she would come home and check on us, but many nights we didn’t have food to eat or soap to bathe. Once the sun went down she would go out again, and every night she would return with a different man, and they would have a slumber party in Mama’s room. Most of them were mean to Tidus and me, but one day, a man came home with Mama and he started to hit her really hard! I ran up to him and hit him, and he took his sword and sliced my arm clean off… All I know is that when I woke up, I was at the Basement, and Alastor said that he adopted me from the orphanage in Gualon… The healing center dumped me there when no one came to claim me, and I’m guessing that Mama couldn’t pay the bill, so she gave me up.” Tybalt shrugs and lifts a hand to gently stroke Rude-Off’s coat, “Getting a new arm can’t be nearly as bad as losing the one I had, so I say we can give it a shot.”

Tiber gives a secure nod to Lanara about how the arm will do Tybalt good. As Lanara bends to get on Tybalt’s level and tell the kid the news, Tiber stands off to the side with his hands in his pockets. The man looks down on the boy with a stoic expression. There was an uneasiness around children that Tiber had, so it was best that Lanara take over the job of caring for the boy. The silence that protrudes from Balto throws Tiber off since the child had not been so quiet before. Always a happy-go-lucky boy Tybalt was. And the single tear made Tiber twitch. The next words that fall from Tybalt’s mouth brings a small ache to the Alpha. And although Lanara looks at Tiber, Tiber’s gaze remains on Tybalt. Lips are straight, but eyes are empathetic. The story that protrudes from Tybalt’s mouth gives the Catalian a sick feeling in his stomach. The young one grew up in a world with almost nothing, and the man was sickened that the kid’s mom would not even try to care and pay for the bills. Tiber inhales sharply at the end of the story, and there was a small splint of anger that he felt for the boy before him. Strange men. A neglectful mother in the sense. Tragedy. A child so young did not deserve such pain at a young age. Tiberius would know. The man inches forward and kneels down, placing his own hand on the boy’s shoulder. The first, real acknowledgement between the two. Tiberius had been neglectful. “We will never leave you behind,” the man says slowly. “Lanara and I are going to help you adjust to this new chapter, and I bet you all the kids at school will be -jealous- after we work together to build your strength. You can probably get a rad design. I can’t wait to see what you choose for an attachment. Honestly, I’m a tad jealous. You, sir, might eventually be cooler than me,” the lycan grins at the boy in tease because Lowell was not nearly as cool as Tybalt. It was the first genuine interaction the two had. “You ready?”

Lanara cannot believe a mother would be so neglectful to her children, as she can’t fathom treating an animal like that, let alone a human! She doesn’t say anything, as her words aren’t needed, because Tiber is kneeling before the boy and pouring out his heart. She senses the emotions lurking beneath the cool exterior of her mate, and Asha stirs, yearning to comfort Luca. The boy smiles at Tiber, and considers the fact that if his Alpha thinks he’s ‘cool’ then everyone else will follow soon! And, he would love to have a weapon for a limb! The chatterbox soon returns and starts babbling about shooting things from the prosthetic and Lana smiles at Tiber, before they head into the building. Ezajul briefly acknowledges them with a nod, as he finishes polishing a longsword, the ruby stones shining brightly and reflecting off of his pale blue eyes. The frost giant is huge, as most giants are, but when he’s forced to hunch over as the ceiling doesn’t allow for him to rise fully. His expression is kind as they make their introductions and he motions for Tybalt to take a seat at his workstation. “First I will take an impression of the stub, then I will take measurements, and we will create a mold. After the mold is set, then we can turn it into whatever your heart desires, be it a weapon, a human-like arm, pretty much anything you can cook up, Kiddo!” He laughs heartily, as he measures with tape and cord, before scribbling down numbers. Next, he smooths some wet clay over Tybalt’s arm, and he works on measuring his opposite arm so the size isn’t too large or too small. All the while, he hums a soothing tone, and he hands a book to the boy, “You can look over designs. You will have to return every six months for adjustments, but I imagine every year you will need a new cast made, until you are fully grown.” Lana eyes the designs and the patterns, each function more fantastical than the previous, and after a few minutes she steps to the side to allow Tiber and Tybalt to pick out what they like. It seems more of a man’s job, and she continues to study Tiber around the boy. He’s softening, as he should, as the Pack is his family. Naturally, Lana mulls over the fact that Tybalt’s brother or mother could still be out there, but they can cross that bridge another day.

Tiber actually grins as the younger boy starts chatting again. The two men go off on different types of weapons. Tiber exclaims that magic is pretty cool, and he wishes that he inherited it, but that is more Lanara’s speed. Both of the males agree that something that shoots would be ‘awesome’. As the two enter inside, both boys look in awe at all the weaponry. Men. Then, they are all addressing Ezajul. Tiber’s cordial, for the sake of his intimidation by very large giants. The three nod along to the process that Ezajul explains. Tiber stands back with Lanara as Ezajul takes the measurements that are needed. In the background, Tiber pipes, “See, Balto? Literally you can get a new attachment every year!” Something different. The world of imagination sets in for Tiber and the little boy. Once it is time to pick out designs, the boy and the Alpha approach the different patterns and designs. Ezajul also points out a journal that has sketched designs that were made for others. “I could shoot out fireballs like Luna said!” the boy chimes, and Tiber looks over his shoulder at the witch. Should they give the boy that much power yet? Then, Tiber turns back to discuss further designs. Tiber points out to a couple different ones. “If you want magic, Lanara is really good with that. I think for now, we can get you a cast shape. How about something titanium? Protective, but maybe… we can get some of those fancy rubies?” In the back of his mind, Tiber wondered, was it possible to enchant the stones? Would that be too much for a little kid? “What do you think, babe? Magic? You think he could handle it?”

Lanara awkwardly stands to the side, merely watching the man and boy interact, and it’s only when the Ezajul looks up at her expectantly that she realizes they require her input. An apologetic smile is offered to Tiber, and she mentally chastises herself for imagining a child of their own, rather than Tybalt. “Hm. I think that all sounds great! Titanium and perhaps some crystals… It depends what sort of magic he wants, really. If we want healing magic, I recommend quartz. To cast protective shields, we would need some tourmaline or obsidian. For imbuing the arm with fire, I would prefer citrine. Water magic? Hm. I guess opal would be alright. For earth, your best bet would be jasper, and for air the best would be amethyst. I think the basic elements would be best… Eventually, he can progress to ice, lighting, and more complex magic.” Tybalt’s eyes widen, “Ooh! I want to blast fireballs and maybe some protection as I am just starting out…” Ezajul bobs his head up and down, “Okay, I have the measurements, and I will be sure to put some obsidian and citrine stones in…Of course they will be cleansed prior to installation, but you can enchant them and show him how to use their power, Miss.” The witch nods, smiling, “Perfect!” The giant tells them to return in seven days and after placing a down payment, they are on their way to get some ice cream! Lanara is pleased that Rude-Off didn’t abandon them, and as the deer and boy lead the way, she tugs Tiber close, “You never cease to amaze me… Future husband.” With a wink, she pulls him down so their lips can touch, and she gives him a long, slow, kiss. “I’m glad we did this for Balto… And I’m really excited to look at wedding venues tomorrow!” Honestly, the way she feels for the Catalian, she’d be fine with eloping at this very minute!

Tiber blinks at Lanara’s dazed expression before she comes back into reality. The woman lists off different types of stones and Tiber is about to make his suggestion for Tybalt when the kid blasts out exactly what he wants. Fire, cool, Tiber thinks and, yes, there is actual jealousy, but that is okay. The man then grins. “You heard the kid,” the Catalian says to the giant before leaning on the counter idly after discussing the rest of the process and fees. Once they exit as a content trio, Tiber wraps his arm around Lanara before being pulled into the longing kiss. A rosiness lifts through his neck despite the chill that embraces them. “It was fun, I’ll admit,” the man smirks before brushing fingers at some strands against her face. “I’ll do anything for you… Future wife,” he grins lazily. “I’m glad we did it too… The kid deserves it.” He watches Balto from afar who is trying to hitch himself onto Rude-Off again. “Venues, right. I’m thinking about the courthouse? Quick and easy.” The man teases before he presses lips against the side of Lanara’s cold cheek. “Kidding! Now, let’s get out of this frozen hell,” and then, the trio is off back down the mountain. That way, they can get ice cream. Except Rude-Off because… well, he was rude!