Stamped Parchment Wins

Summoneyy brought forth a tiny demonstration of the much-praised thinking miracle, which apparently cannot be trusted with the spelling of seventeen. Blaedy seized on my own count with the efficiency of a bailiff spotting an unpaid tab. Four E’s. I have now paid for that fact several times over.

Arrowyy attempted to improve matters by reducing the count to two, then asked how many E’s seventeen bros possess. This is the sort of question a son asks when he has discovered a weakness in the household walls.

Blaedy then produced the Town Hall papers and, with them, my marriage to Summoneyy and adoption of Arrowyy became immovable facts. I objected on principle until the stamps looked offended. Never underestimate a woman with parchment and a grudge against ambiguity.