"Oh, yeah, wow. These are great," he said, letting the cufflinks spill into his palm. They were weighty silver, which held its own kind of power. He didn't tell her that he would probably check the spell out before he considered wearing them, just to make sure it really was what had been advertised.

He'd had enough experience with cursed objects to always be a little weary of magic shop trinkets.

But they were beautiful, and he could tell how nervous Vanya was about the whole thing.

"I had a wedding, once. Ceremony, tuxes, white dress, the whole thing," he admitted, carefully nestling the cufflinks back into their box. "Turns out, it was because of a love spell and the last thing I wanted was to get married to this girl." He huffed out a sheepish laugh. "Lisbeth and I just decided we were, uh. Better suited to City Hall, I guess. Both of us."