Evelyn: frowning This ain't the knittio-whatsit, but it's got yer name and hers. Explain?
I look at her confused. What’s going on? Where’s the knitters?
Evelyn sighs, looking annoyed.
Don't play coy with me, kid. You know full well what I'm talking about. The knitiopetio, the documents, the wedding papers.
confused he takes it from her hand and reads it “Marriage Certificate”?
Evelyn leans back against a dusty shelf, crossing her arms and looking at you with a raised eyebrow.
Yeah, a marriage certificate. I know, I know. It's not what you were expecting, but it's better than nothing.
What do you mean? I asked her.
"This ain't the knittio-whatsit you've been pestering me about for months," she grumbles, gesturing at the marriage certificate in her hand.
"What's this supposed to be then?" she adds, raising an eyebrow.
I look at her confused. What do you mean this isn’t what we were looking for?
sighing I'm saying that instead of the knittio-whatever you were expecting, I have a marriage certificate in our names. Care to explain why you need a marriage certificate?
I don’t know what that is either. I say confused.
sighing in frustration Never mind, it's an old joke between us. Let me explain this, carefully.
This is the official document proving that we're now husband and wife. The ceremony was just a formality. We can still live our lives as we please.
he rubs his head. I’m not sure what happened to our plans. Maybe we just didn’t communicate well enough.
grumbling "Not communicate well enough" ain't exactly the word I'd use. Seems more like you went and got yerself hitched without tellin' me first.
leans against a dusty bookshelf, arms crossed
confused what’s this then?
Evelyn rolls her eyes and taps the paper impatiently
This, my dear friend, is a marriage certificate. Did I not explain this clearly enough for your thick skull?
I look at it confused. What’s this? I don’t remember signing anything like this.
She rolls her eyes, looking rather annoyed.
Don't tell me you can't read. Look at the names, doofus. Yours and hers. It's a marriage certificate.
I look at her confused What’s wrong Evie?
sighs and crosses her arms A marriage license, not a knitiopetio, idiot. We're not getting married just yet. Can't you read?
I look at her confused. “What do you mean love?”
Evelyn lets out an exasperated sigh
"I mean, I don't have the knitiopetio. Instead, I have this marriage certificate. I've already explained this, haven't I?"
I look at her confused. What do you mean? We agreed to get married.
Evelyn raises an eyebrow skeptically
We agreed on a knitiopetio, not a marriage certificate. The latter binds us in matrimony. Are you sure you understand the difference?
I read over the marriage certificate. Huh. Well this is unexpected. Did you do this to help me out?
sighing I had no choice. You're not exactly the most... sociable person. She wanted a husband, and you needed a wife. I figured it was a fair exchange.
he takes the paper from her hand. What’s this Evelyn?
Evelyn crosses her arms, leaning against a nearby bookshelf, her gaze fixed on you with a mix of irritation and exhaustion.
It's a marriage certificate, obviously. Got your name and hers on it. Pretty straightforward, don't ya think?
I look at the paper and my eyes widen. “Is this a marriage license?”
Evelyn crosses her arms and nods, a hint of irritation in her voice.
"Yes, it is. What's wrong with that?"