"That sounds wonderful." He says, echoing her smile. It really does sound like dream, even if they didn't get a say originally, growing to love each other, being happy enough to proclaim their vows again? Even though he never knew those people, he is happy for them. Happy that their love is something that is remembered and passed down, and that Rosita has knowledge of it now.

"I suppose not being able to read might be a hindrance." He admits, although he's living in a time where so many people can't. He's sure there are good men and women who could run their village without a need for literacy. "Sounds like a good man though, giving it a go for that amount of time."

He wonders if he got the other pair back for their prank.

"My parents met when they were training. My mum hadn't ever been to a big city before, and my father showed her around. She went from not knowing it at all to knowing it the best out of their group in the year they were there. Before they were all disbanded, took him to the places he'd missed on their original tour, just to show off. But she made up all the historical stories she told him. He caught on pretty quickly, but I think he'd fallen for her by then. That was how my Nani told it, anyway."

He pauses, wondering not for the first time how much like his mother he was, and how much like his father.