They had barely made a couple of steps towards the food carts when Keelan Morrigan made his announcement. Making a statement indeed, Ben thought, Evanthe Curran's words certainly were even more accurate now. Ben, of course, realized that with Evanthe being given a flower that it mean that Keelan was considering her to be his wife. His first thought was that it was a nice opportunity for her for such a reputable man and if she did marry Keelan then she and Ben would also be related by marriage. "Looks like it," he said with a little smile at Evanthe. "How exciting!"

Fred had no such thoughts. He stared at Keelan with a blank expression, his face growing slightly pale. He too had a good name. A Delaney, in fact was even higher up the chain than the Morrigan's given the whispers questioning their loyalty to the new crown when the Rainecourts came to rule Nevermere. "But he's so old," Fred croaked with a frown, still looking towards Keelan and trying to think of anything that might make the man seem less of a viable options. Really he wasn't so old that it was even worth mentioning but what else did Fred have to say? "And not particularly attractive either." It was a lie but he was fumbling for anything. He'd certainly made up his mind though, Fred was going to go after Evanthe's wreath after all.

Ben patted Fred on the shoulder with an amused but sympathetic expression. "Let's go get that food."

As Keelan Morrigan got up to give his little speech, Vesper looked down at the rose in her hand and nearly tossed it to the side in disgust. What was this? A game he had called it. A sport to try to win a wife. No, a sport for a wife to try to win him. This was not the sort of game that Vesper had any interest in competing in. Sure, he had a good name, but what made him think that he was worthy enough to be chased?

Still, she had not actually let go of the flower in her hand, though her fingers had wrapped tightly around the bud, half crushing it in her hand. It was only curiosity that kept her interested. How was this actually going to play out? Only time would tell.

"Exactly!" Fred declared. Seven years was a big difference! He was glad that Evanthe Curran saw it too. Thank the goddesses!

His elation was quickly shattered though when she countered his point about the Morrigan's looks. Did she find him...attractive!? No, it couldn't be. If that was her type then what kind of chance did he stand really? Ben was standing there looking like amused by the whole thing. So much for brotherly support after all. Sheesh.

Though just when he had decided that all was lost, Evanthe added one last comment before she start to flit away, Ben at her side. Fred just stood there in surprised silence for a moment. Did that mean what he thought it did?! DID THAT MEAN WHAT HE THOUGHT IT DID!? Where was @veda when he needed her? Surely she would know better than he did what Evanthe really meant by that.

After a second he shook his head and trotted to catch up with Evanthe and Ben. "So...what kind of food do you like, Evanthe? If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?" he asked with a grin. That wasn't too cliche of a question to ask, was it?