Chapter 169 : Jungle Freakn' Bride

"The gods have spoken to me."

The gods, or a particular ground root that a certain somebody liked to smoke in his pipe? "And what are they saying this time?" Acat asked, not actually caring as he fixed his grandfather's roof, thatching some of the more barren spots.

"They say your bride awaits."

The news shook Acat, and despite his usual grace, he lost his balance. The embarrassment at reacting was worse than the fall off his ladder. He managed to twist his body at the last moment so his feet hit the ground first. The impact still proved jarring ? and not just to his knees. Straightening, he eyed his elderly relative who regarded him sagely while puffing away on his ever-present pipe. "The gods said that, did they? Or is this wishful thinking on your part? Are you getting that desperate for great-grandbabies you can corrupt?"

"Does it truly matter?" Grandfather smiled, his crinkled face creasing even further. His eyes sparkled with mischief.