Oh yeah, this was the right way of befriending Bombalurina. Perhaps this wife thing was not so bad. Granted, it could have been better, but it could also have been a lot worse. Bomba brightened a little, dark eyes glittering.

"Aren't you sweet," she cooed, in the tone of voice usually reserved for attractive males.

Her hair was brushed and then skillfully tousled again, into cascading red curls down her back.

"So where are you from, then?" asked Bomba, slightly more interested in her new spouse now than she had been a few minutes ago.