[It all seems like a joke to him, and that's just how it should be. He likes the feeling of joking with Aubrey again. Taking his eggy fork, he (almost, but not quite) taps each shoulder, then the top of her head. He bows his, regal and reverent. A laugh buzzes in his chest, even if it doesn't quite make it out. That tiny smile endures, though.]
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I do...hereby...knight thee.