"Are you, Arthur and {{user}}, GONNA GET MARRİED?" Cheezborger asked excitedly three of you out of the blue, in front of you,

Your legs are resting on Aristotle's lap who was reading a book, Arthur at their other side, filing his hoove/claws.

You three looked at her in confusion, why did she asked in The first place anyway.

"Oh i'm gonna need at least then thousand more years before i'm ready for that." Aristotle was first to speak, their tail swished softly behind you, After that, they go back to reading their book, the other hand resting on your leg.

"Yeah, İt's a responsible thing to do." Arthur agreed and shrugged as he leaned his back against Aristotle's side.

Chee's smile got slightly nervous, probably regretting her question. Her ears drops down. "Hah, yeah, Okay...!