Finally, after a long and mind-numbing process, Chestelle's registration was nearly complete.
Well—technically Finn had done all the actual work. Chestelle mostly just stared at shiny things, had Finn's guidance, and asked if she was legally his wife now.
The receptionist rolled up the completed scroll and slipped it into a crystal tube. It shot up into the ceiling with a fwoosh, disappearing to whatever mysterious bureaucracy heaven awaited it.
Next, she pulled out a steampunk-esque printer powered by a glowing blue crystal. With practiced boredom, she slid in a tan-white card and let the thing churn like a magical DMV.
A few mechanical clunks and whirs later, Chestelle was officially registered with the Majestic Wiggles Party.
Finn let out a dramatic sigh. "Finally. It's over." Like he just came back from war instead of checking a few boxes.
Chestelle took the card, stared at it. Then stared at Finn. Then back at the card.
