"Nyuh-huhhh," Reno agreed, giving another exuberant nod for good measure before fishing his credit card out of his pocket and pointing it at whoever seemed the least horrified at the pair of them. "Marina... Fenadina Abergoo an' Sven Higurrnurr... hurrnergson. Write it down an' marry us, yooooo."

The officiants kind of stared at each other. And then shrugged.

Hey. There was money. And it was... Uh. True love. Or something.