Ragnar: Well... maybe there will be a jeweler in the next stop. *He throws both of them over his shoulder happily, and takes them to the couch.* Ragnar: Now, whatchyou two beautifuls want for breakfast?
Lodbrok: And this is the ship I literally just finished outing my blood, sweat, and tears into! *She crosses her arms.* Lodbrok: I can't get possessive over my baby?
*Vani growls, then, with some sort of force unbeknownst to her, surges up to the point that Clara is balancing on her head.* Vani: GET OFF ME, YOU LEECH!
Ragnar: I guess it's decided then. *He stands up and looks for his underwear.* Ragnar: I probably need to get practice making breakfast... for my wives. *He stretches casually.*
Ragnar: That's what I was saying! *He frowns at them, like he was chastising them.* *** Kuntel: I... don't know. I was just a feeling. *He smiles at Krystal.*
*Ragnar sighs and collapses between them.* Ragnar: I love you both soooo much... I don't think I can choose. **** Kuntel: Wonderful. *He smiles, then frowns.* Kuntel: I feel like someone just decided to do something that hasn't been done in millenia.
*Kuntel and TRIBBLE both wake up from a nao.* Kuntel: Huh? TRIBBLE: Wah? *** Ragbar: Well... it combines two really hard decisions. Whether or not to get married to an awesome, beautiful woman, and whether or not to have the first polygamous human marriage in centuries, if not millenia...