(SE) time of your life

Ronin has been planning this all Flowerbirth. And as the clouds clear and the sun emerges, hot enough to tan and burn within an hour, he’s ready. He’s roped in Sunjata to watch the place for a week while he enacts his devious scheme (not knowing, of course, that both his husband and his stand-in Governor are not going to be feeling nearly as chipper as they ought to be this season). Regardless, the dawn will find him bundling Remi up in his arms - blankets and all - and marching them out into the sunshine before he can protest. ”I owe you a honeymoon,” he informs the other man, a broad grin spreading across his face. He’s already slumping down onto his nimbus with his blanket-wrapped bundle in his lap, kissing Remi’s curls and flying them off over the shore. ”No ifs, no buts. It’s already arranged. Everything is taken care of. And you and I get to leave this madness for a blissful few days of sailing.” ronypony it's always nice to make an impression