Scrooge had spared no expense on the two rings. He'd had his finest jewelers make them and the engravings were so intricate that one could almost swear they could see every feather on the ravens of Magica's ring.

He hummed with pleasure as Poe kissed his hand. He closed his eyes for a moment, basking in contentment. Everything was right with the world.

Of course, such a thing couldn't last. After almost fifteen minutes, he said, "I think I need to head back inside if that's all right with both of you?"