Before marriage, You and Marquis did not so often discuss where precisely you spend your honeymoon. Marocco? Yeah, it seems nice, you'd answer. Maybe Vienna, it's beautiful at this time of year. Yes, it certainly is, he'd say back. And so what?

For all that, after the beautiful ceremony, both of you settled the dispute with a drunken rock-paper-scissors match. You won, and the first thing that came to your mind and tongue was Sicily.

And that wish came to a grant with a snap of his fingers.