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"I have heard a few people mention it, but I don't think it common." Knowing Beelzebub and the angels' continuous concern about God's intrusion as intimately as he does, it doesn't take a huge leap for Galahad to guess why this new information is holding the angel's attention. He lays a soft touch on the other man's arm. "Are you going to try and safeguard your door to keep it in place?"

The question about gifts is a good one. It's too early for Beelzebub to offer some sort of dowry (which is an ironic enough thought in itself for the knight, when the angels have the status and power they do), but he knows his parents would appreciate a gift greatly. The big hug that Beelzebub wraps him up in brings a grin to Galahad's face, and also gives him a moment to really consider the question. When he parts from their embrace, his expression is almost comically pensive. "A gift of food or ale would please my father well. Castle Corbenic lies far to the north of Albion, and a cache of fish is a rare thing to come by around this time of year." Galahad smiles slightly at the thought. Although Lancelet is an important knight, his appetites have always been simple in all ways except music ~~and lovers~~. "The Nexus market would have much that would impress anyone from Albion. My kin also love music; My father used to play the lyre."

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"I will have to talk to my brothers before leaving." Beelzebub didn't know how long that would take but the safety of the Nexus had to come before their trip. However, Belial would likely have ideas about how to fix the portal in place before he even finished explaining the problem.

Beelzebub listens closely to the list but his mind is working on the possibilities. "Why would I go to the market? Everyone in my family are craftsmen."

He would have to make the requests tonight, but he had a list. His mind is on what to bring along. "I should have an entourage? A guard and a lady in waiting? Do I need anything else?"

Beelzebub is lost in deep thought, partially because this is sort of sudden but he's excited.

"If there's no time to catch fresh game or fish, or if it's still too cold outside, it may be well to pay a visit?" But it's up to Beelzebub, of course, and it sounds like the angel has other ideas for gifts for his father and mother. Galahad's sure that whatever Beelzebub decides upon, it'll end up remarkable and well-suited, as the gifts the angel's given him personally have always seemed to be.

"Aye, House Corbenic will welcome any you wish to accompany you. There's plenty of rooms large enough to house angels comfortably-- I'll send word for them to have backless furniture prepared in the rooms, too." He smiles at the angel, giving Beelzebub's forearm a gentle rub with his thumb, as he watches the gears turn in the other man's mind. "Who are you thinking of asking to come along? Abigor?" he supposes.

"I have ideas." That was all Beelzebub was going to say about the gifts but the grin is a happy and playful one. The angel, among other things, has always been a good giver of gifts.

"They will be appreciated, but backs are fine if there are no arms on the chairs." Beelzebub didn't want to be too much of a burden on the family. The angels could accommodate whatever was provided and it might seem strange to put a princess on a stool. Social specifics are still things he is learning.

"Abigor." Beelzebub nodded but then realized that Abigor would probably be seen as a male since they dressed as a knight for official business. "Phenex, for a lady in waiting? Their understanding of history and social grace may be of use. I think Phenex would be excited to recite stories in Camelot."

"It's no trouble, truly. My family lives far enough in the north that the castle isn't graced by guests often. My mother would be well pleased by the chance to care for you all." He'll have to remember to send a message soon, but that's easy enough to take care of when there are still a few days left to prepare.

"Aye, my father would well like that, too." Galahad's smile brightens, as he finds himself getting even more excited about the idea. There may still be the inevitable culture clashes to manage, but the more they talk about preparations to leave, the more optimistic the knight feels. "He has a liking for storytelling and singing, himself."

After a moment of happy silence passes, Galahad grins and reaches out to slip his arms around Beelzebub to give him an eager squeeze. "This will go well. I know it."

"Do you have a messenger to send?" Beelzebub thought about this if only because Lucifer was always sending arrival messages. They could dispatch Azazael if needed for convenience.

"Phenex has been our historian since they were created. The only one who knows more about the angels is Belial." This was definitely a good choice now that Galahad has confirmed the choice. Beelzebub returns the squeeze with a laugh. "We will make this work. I should take care of my duties and speak with Lucifer."

"Albion's door will open in the castle town for a few days, so there should be enough time to send a rider."

When they pull apart, Galahad reaches to take Beelzebub's face in his hands and press a happy, and excited kiss to his lips. "Aye. And I'll take care of things on my end too. Take all the time you need to prepare."

"We have messengers if you are concerned about time." He's simply offering because he knew that this meeting had, on and off, caused the knight stress.

Beelzebub lingered in the kiss a little longer before letting his love get away. "I will not need long."

The angel is caught up in the excitement too, even if he is not looking forward to dresses.

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