"Wasn't the wedding glorious!?" Aurora bounces giddily across from Maleficent and Diaval in the carriage.
"Yes beasty." Maleficent's brow furrows like a child trying to understand something they think is pointless. "Why did they throw all those petal around?"
Diaval shrugs. "I haven't the faintest idea mistress, they always have done it at the weddings I've see."
Maleficent scowls,"If they want flowers why not bring potted plants, flowers are much prettier whole."
Philip and Aurora smile at one another as Diaval and Maleficent continue to demean the tradition of flower petals. "Aren't they cute." Aurora whispered to her now husband.
"Perhaps, but don't tell them I said even that." Philip whispered back.
"Okay." Aurora gives him an affectionate peck on the cheek.
Philip sighes happily,"I hope I am as good to you as Diaval is to Maleficent."
"Ah... They aren't married..."
Philip laughs quietly,"Very funny Aurora, you should have tried something more believable, like 'Philip, I confess, your deliciously handsome and every time I see you I forget who I am.'" He says in a squeaky high voice, "Or something along those lines."
Aurora smiles at his antics before turning serious again. "I am afraid it's true." She checks to make sure Maleficent and Diaval aren't listening. They aren't of course, to caught in their conversation that is somehow now about the properties of twigs and which are best to have in nests. She turns back to Philip. "Diaval is Maleficent's servant, not her husband."
Philip blinks a bit, then looks at the subject of his and Aurora's talk. "Truly?" He says in a disbelieving tone. Aurora nods. He suddenly grins in a wicked way, making Aurora fall in love with him all over again. "Why, I do believe, sweet Aurora, something has to be done."
Maleficent leans over,"What needs to be done?"
"Ah, we just, um.. Ah.." Philip looks to Aurora whom also grasps at some excuse.
"Mistress, I believe they are talking about tonight." Diaval suggests.
"What about tonight-Oh." Maleficent frowns at Philip. "You don't dare make my beasty do anything she doesn't want to. Clear?"
Philip and Aurora blush, minds rolling in the gutter. "Yes Maleficent." Philip says.
Maleficent grins, proud she make herself clear on the matter. "Come Diaval."
"Yes mistress." The fairy and the raven hop down from the carriage.
Philip and Aurora look at one another. "What do we do first?" Aurora asks.
"I do have an idea," Philip wiggles his eyebrows mischievously, "And it might just work."