Paul liked to keep an eye on his garden. Many a date or...social gathering had been had in the garden. The only one Paul had crashed thus far had been the Maggie Traulton and Zeke Browne date of 2088. Or had it been 2089? Pfffft. Details. Didn't matter.

Peeking out of his window of his office, he spotted two young love birds, most likely, and was about to get back to his work when--

DANTE AND KAYCEE?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?

Paul choked on his tea, sputtering it everywhere, all over his shirt, and on his pants. MERLIN'S PANTS! Paul grabbed his wand and snuck through the garden, hiding in the bushes. Gritting his teeth. Biding his time.

Only...he didn't realize he wasn't being sneaky at all, and that he was being....very loud.