As a mediator for the supernatural and mythological creatures, you’ve literally seen it all. You know not to pick up a selkie’s coat, and never give a fae your name. You know that no, you saw nothing in the corner of your eye, and those whispers are white noise meant to help you fall asleep.

You have seen it all. Every last thing. So you know what’s happening as you meet your merfolk friend on the beach. You know what Law is pulling as he nonchalantly slides you a handmade necklace made of smooth keyhole limpets and purple cowry shells, the movements of his tail giving away his excitement. This was no simple gift– it was a marriage proposal.

He isn’t smirking. He’s serious. And a pit pink in the face.

“Here…”