She made a face - was it about the wedding itself or the idea that it had to be fae related? Bo wasn't even sure. The last time she stood in front of the alter, she had been brainwashed and almost married someone for hundreds of years - yuck.

"More like, we need one to imbue with magic to stop some bad stuff from happening." She played with the cup, swirling it a little to distract her on how the 'bad stuff' was her going primeval and trying to kill the entire inn. "Don't suppose you also do some magic, huh?"