Mesa tilted her head in a somewhat confused manner. She glanced between Asima and Nemiah uncertainly, "Tem? You're getting married?"

All the color had officially drained from Nemiah's face, he opened his mouth to speak but at first no words came out. Finally he managed to force a laugh, "ahahaaaa, oh Asy, you're such a kidder, heh, really, me getting married? Not likely-I mean, right now anyway-not that I couldn't find the right person-but umm" he was like a fish floundering out of water, looking for anything to save him.

Mesa clearly wasn't sure which story to buy, she was looking at Tem rather skeptically now however. "Jacob, perhaps it's time for us to go..."

"No!" Nemiah protested, "come on Mesa, you don't have to leave-she wasn't being serious!"