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Becky 
"Some days I wonder..." she murmured, shaking her head a little. "Neither was Amelia Earhart." Gesturing to herself, Becca took a deep breath. "Fine." Her answer was short and quiet. "But don't try and kiss me looking like that. It will be the last thing you do." Seriously. She'd come here for him, she'd dressed up for him, and he'd even been late and now he was arguing because his general appearance unsettled her. "I would have done, yes." Biting her lip, Becca put her hands in her pockets. "Just... do what you want."
He dropped his jaw and stared at her. Was she trying to start a fight? He'd thought this was the perfect outfit and look for the gala, and here now his own wife didn't want to be near him and was making him feel less than flobberworm mucus! "Amelia Earhart is perfect. Bec, and you look amazing like her. The ministry heads wanted to do a theme together, you didn't need to dress up like someone in the order." He hadn't even mentioned that til now! He'd wanted it as a surprise. Nice surprise that had turned out to be... "What I wanted was to spend the evening with you." he said quietly. Obviously she didn't want that now. He'd dressed like this because he'd thought she'd be even a little proud of him choosing such an important part of history...