Reader, I married him.

Extract from 'There's nowt as strange as husbands,' by Murmuration.

'I need a blip,' she said as the sun began to set over Abernethy. 'Look, maybe this hawthorn will suffice.'
' Perhaps, but surely it would benefit from the inclusion of my strange visage,' quoth her husband, thrusting his grinning face amongst the blooms.'
Taking the shot, her own face remained unconvinced.

The end.