"I do."
"And do you, Moth Fare, take *HONK! VROOM!* as your lawful, wedded husband?" Everyone knew who the husband was, so the preacher didn't bother saying his name again.
"I do." Her voice was strong and victorious.
"Then I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."
The couple leaned in, and their lips met...
"Gah!" Puck woke up sweating. "It was only a dream, only a dream..." He turned over to try and go back to sleep, and saw a sleeping form next to him in bed. "Sabrina?" No, it can't be. Sabrina was still in Ferryport Landing, and he was in New York... "CRAP!" The sleeping person woke up with a start. "AAAAH! WHAT IS IT?" Moth yelled. "I JUST REALISED THAT I MARRIED YOU! GROSS! YOU HAVE COOTIES!" Moth glared at the ever immature Puck. "What. Did. You. Say?" Puck visibly retreated. "Um, nothing my sweet! Go back to sleep!"
The doorbell rang, and Puck ran to get it, eager to get away from his wife. He opened it to find a very angry Sabrina Grimm, standing on his doorstep.