what is love?

Lucian let out a long, exasperated sigh. Honestly, he had no idea how Celestia knew everything about him, down to the color of his underwear, but whatever. He was too tired to care anymore.

Celestia giggled, clearly delighted by her newfound knowledge. "Now you believe me, huh? I know everything about you," she said, as if she'd just accomplished something monumental.

"Yeah, yeah," Lucian muttered awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "You got me."

Celestia's eyes sparkled with excitement as she asked, "So, when are we getting married, hubby?" She looked at him expectantly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Lucian froze. "Ugh, wait. Isn't this... too much?" He sighed, his face hot with embarrassment. "I'm not ready. Honestly, I'm still not ...too much had happened and i."