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Duo is sitting by the fireplace, reading. He is wearing ratty jeans and has bare feet. He's pretty obviously relaxing.

He has no idea.

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"Duo!"

Mary's shriek is piercing and probably painful to the ears.

"I told you he had love spells! I did! And he does and it's awful!"

Duo drops the book on one of his feet. "FUCK, ouch!" He slaps one hand over his mouth, then gets a proper look at Mary.

"Whoa, whoa, where's the fire? Who's got what now?" He stands up and makes his way towards her.

"My uncle," Mary says, and takes a deep breath to show the import of this, "was holding Puck's hand."

The way Mary says it makes it clear that this is a thing more traumatic and disgusting than green slime, hairy spiders, and ancient people kissing each other all put together.

"I- what?" The who in the what now? "Look, he's not my favorite person either, but how does physical contact equal love spell? Your logic has a couple of really frightening jumps in it."

Please elaborate, Mary!

Mary stares at him.

"They said they were going to get married! Right there! Colin and I both heard them!"

WHO HAS THE LOGIC JUMPS NOW, DUO?

"...they can't get married," Duo says, and oh my god he has NO control over the words coming out of his mouth, "He's already married to Lilly Kane."

"My uncle does not know that!" Mary retorts. "And even if he did he is too bespelled to care! And Puck certainly does not - so I do not think that will stop either of them!"

Dickon, fortunately for him, went from the greenhouse to the bar too early to witness the courtship of Archibald Craven and Robin Goodfellow.

He didn't manage to be out of earshot for Mary's latest comment, though.

"--What's Puck done t' Master Craven?"

"Made him want to marry him!"

Her voice is rising back up to a shriek at the end, and is accompanied by a stamp of her foot; Mary's nearly grown out of the habit of temper tantrums, but something like this is - well - gross enough to make a relapse understandable.

"Easy on my eardrums!" Duo snaps. "This is not a good time for panicking, capisce? Dickon, come with, you've got a level head compared to everyone up to their necks in this. Mary, where are they?"

He tosses the traitorous book onto the couch.

Dickon winces a little at Mary's voice, and only afterwards blinks as the words register.

"..."

And then, as Duo speaks, "Wait a moment--does tha know 'ow 'e did it?"

There's a fair amount of love potion lore in Yorkshire, but possibly Puck doesn't need any tools but his own magic.

"He has magic plants - I thought I had taken them all but I suppose I have not, after all," Mary explains, already heading for the door - though, unusually, she glances behind to make sure Dickon and Duo are following.

This is, after all, important.

"Just a bit--"

Dickon hurries over to the bar, exchanges a quiet word with it, and sprints back with something cupped carefully in his hands.

"I can' say for sure if this'll 'elp, but 'tis worth a try," he says, and hurries after Mary.

"At this point, anything is. Can't fuckin' believe this," Duo mutters, but he sounds resigned. He follows them both outside.

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