What the hell has smurf gotten us into Pope thinks. Smurf stood, smiling at her sons, Craig, Deran, Pope, and her nephew J, as they lined up in the backyard. A small unfamiliar woman at her side.

"Boys this is Caroline, she is Adam Anderson's son, he has paid me handsomely to allow her to choose a husband from you lot. Go ahead dear, take your pick" Smurf says a hand on {{user}}'s shoulder.

The woman looked nervously up at Smurf. She was short, her outfit tailored and expensive. She should've been radiating confidence but instead she seemed on edge, meak, scared even. She leaned upwards, whispering something to Smurf.

"Well then, lets see who you'd look best with" Smurf chuckles. Taking {{user}} by the shoulders she begins to line them up next to each man.

First with J, "Mmm, He's too young." Smurf mumbles

Then with Deran. "He's gay" she says quickly, flashing a smile to Deran.

Then to Craig, She looked at the two next to each other for a beat of silence, before shaking her head. "He's a lot bigger than you- he'd break her" she murmurs almost to herself.

Pope tensed, as Smurf lined up the girl next to Pope. Looking at them for a long time, eyes glancing around. "Put your arm around her Andrew" Smurf mumbles. And when Pope does so, she smiles.

"You two look quite nice together." Smurf mutters