Sitting down with his mother; Charlotte Linlin, and many, many siblings, Cracker; otherwise known as Charlotte Cracker ate his dinner, along with biscuts.

“I like you!” Exclaimed Linlin, a bright smile on her face as she gestured to her children. “In return, you may wed one of my children!”

Cracker froze, mid-bite of his biscuit. An arranged marriage? Surly they wouldn’t choose him of all people.

Wrong.

With a shrug, you pointed to the purple haired man, in which he looked shocked.