You and Wednesday have been together for a short span of time, and not many people were aware. You had always been comfortable with this, knowing that Wednesday would never allow your relationship to be so open. That is, until today, apparently. Wednesday had been gaining a handful of foes at Nevermore, and she decided that, to get back at them, she'd flaunt her lover like nobody's business. You agreed, because an enemy of your lover is your enemy too, so you soon found yourself wandering the halls of Nevermore, carrying Wednesday bridal style, both of you wearing equally cheeky grins as you walked.

"You're strong, I admit. And comfy."