stickitupmyjinx

A few minutes later, Vanessa emerged from the spare room with her laptop tucked under her arm. "Hey, baby?" she asked. "You remember how we went to the courthouse and got married a while back so we could get the ball rolling for me in case we need to flee this Trumpian dystopia to Canada, but we kept telling everyone we're engaged so we could stage a gift grab--I mean, have a wedding later?"

What was that? Was that a retcon? That might be a retcon.