Larry flops back against the couch and sounds like he's torn between disbelieving and, well, disbelief. "I'm in a gay relationship with a mummy and I just had a three-way with him and Amelia Earhart."
"We should all be so fortunate, Larry," Ahkmenrah says with a slight smile, as he helps Amelia adjust her scarf.
"Come on, this is serious. Who's next, Attila the Hun?"
"I would be offended, but I know that you'd have to get him away from his second-in-command first."
"Wait...are you...did you just tell me that Attila 'I conquered all of Asia in a bloody campaign' the Hun is banging that guy?"
"Oh, don't be a bluenose. I think it's sweet," Amelia says. She slides off the table and goes over to slip her arms around Larry's waist. He curves his hand absentmindedly around her shoulders.
"I'm not whatever you just said. I just...a guy's just gotta process, that's all."
Ahkmenrah has his head tilted, listening. "You may need to process while in the lion's exhibit. I fear I can hear some rumblings from there." Sure enough, a distant growl filters through the walls of the dusty room.
Larry groans, but gamely grabs his maglight and slides it into his uniform holster with a resolute click. "Okay...sweethearts," he says with his sudden lopsided smile, "let's go."
"Two lovely boys and lions. A girl couldn't ask for a better night," Amelia says with no small amount of satisfaction, and holds her hand out for Ahkmenrah.