One month after the move, the royal and citizen elves agreed they needed to discuss the dynamics of their relationship, and they talked about what it was they both wanted from each other whenever it came to that topic; Nomo had not meant to take her for granted, he’d merely been waiting for his girlfriend to graduate, and for their make–shift family to complete the transition from Afertin to Apoel. He knew that whatever it was that would keep the royal one from feeling neglected, was going to cost him, one way or the other, and he chose to buy her the largest engagement ring he could find. In the years since she’d begun attending courses at the University, Lytyr had acquired a taste for the finer things, and whenever they got into an argument, he’d ask her, “What can I do to fix this, and what’s it going to cost me?” In the beginning, it had only been the purchase of some flowers that would cure what was ailing their relationship, but around her sophomore year, the gifts got larger and more extravagant; yet he knew there was only one elf who’d spoiled Lytyr to luxury; and he only had himself to blame for the “monster” he’d created.This time, price was not an issue, but getting her ring size without raising suspicion, would be quite another all on its own. It was going to take some finagling to obtain the information he needed, but he did not want to recruit Cassandra; though he knew she always meant well, the citizen felt that it would be wrong to ask her best friend to lie to the royal one, and he chose another of their friends to assist him with the task. Mykkal would be the perfect one of their companions to figure out what size ring Lytyr wore, the professor was quieter than a church mouse, and therefore could take a look at the one she wore on a daily basis, except whenever she was washing the dishes. He would make it clear that there was no reason to take the ring, if the royal one ever lost that ring, she’s lose part of the essence that made her the elf she was, and the “Map Creator” did not see a necessity in worrying her in that way; later that evening, Nomo invited the professor outside to join him in a game of horseshoes, this created the best opportunity for the two of them to talk alone, and the citizen could devise a plan to find what he needed to know. First, he had to figure out how to start talking to his only other male roommate about the sensitive matter, and decided the direct approach was best.“Do you think I could ask a favor from you?” Nomo inquired.“I guess that would all depend on what that favor is,” Mykkal replied.First, it’s a time-sensitive matter that requires your direct action, should you agree to it,” the “Map Creator” said.“Do I get the chance to know what your favor is or is this one of those situations where I’m going to be wrangled into, no matter what I say?” The professor asked.“Maybe you will have a different idea about it once I tell you what I’m planning, I want to propose to Lytyr, but I don’t know what size ring she wears. So I thought you might like to help me find out, and keeping in mind that she cannot find out,” the citizen said.“Have you got any clue how I’m supposed to obtain that information without causing suspicion?” Mykkal inquired.“I do have the perfect one, all you have to do is wait until the royal one is washing the dishes, she leaves the ring she always wears on the back of the kitchen sink. Just happen by, and when you do, pick it up and look at the size,” he said.“You make it sound so easy, but I know how females are about their jewelry. It’ll take some work, however, I don’t mind helping in the name of love”, the professor said.“I’d like to have this done within a week, because next Friday is our anniversary,” Nomo said.“You didn’t leave me much time,” the professor said.“I apologize for the short notice,” the Citizen said.“That’s alright, I’m sure I can get it done, but you’ll owe me,” Mykkal said.“Oh? What, may I ask, what could you want from me? I mean, you’re a magix professor, you can think about something and produce it, so what could I possess you’d want?” he asked.“What I want cannot be made by magix.” The professor...