His lovely fiancee wanted a lavish wedding and lots of parties.
Hera: Don't worry, Piers. Leave it all to me and Bunter.
Unfortunately, the reliable Bunter had recently decided to squelch his "jolly" side. Sure he could still plan the events, but they probably wouldn't have that joyful spark such celebrations needed. Bunter had joined an obscure cult called The Brethren of the Woeful Countenance.
Their creed was If it's fun, we don't do it.
Hera suggested a wedding planner to assist Bunter. She was so excited about the parties, how could Piers say No? And Hera found the perfect planner! At first, they thought the planner could stay at a cottage in town. They even went as far as to fix it up a bit.
A nice cozy little home.
But after meeting the planner for the first time, Hera decided it would be much better if she stayed at the manor.
Who knows, maybe this smiling sweetheart could pull Bunter out of his doldrums!
Which of course was Fate's intention all along. This little fairy was tailor made for Bunter. She was created solely with him in mind!
The very second she was added to the manor, Bunter perked up! The two became instant friends--while she barely gave a thought to anyone else in the household.
Her name is Caprice Spritan. And she has the same zodiac sign as Bunter (Sagittarius), shares a trait of his (Perceptive), and enjoys the same food and music. She's also Easily Impressed by his Schmoozer ways. Her LTW is Greener Gardens, so she'll be a faithful mate...eventually.
After grabbing a meal of her favorite food (prepared by Bunter), Caprice's first action was to dance. She was going to be a great wedding planner!
It was just too bad that Marvin was trying so hard to ignore her. And after she had greeted him all friendly-like too. Caprice needed to catch his attention. How to do that? Hmm...
Maybe just a bit of playful teasing...
Well now! Caprice knew he liked that, but he was going to be stubborn.
That's ok. She loved a game of Chase.
Caprice: Why so glum, Marvin? Don't you want to play with me?
Bunter: Such activities defile the soul.
Caprice: Phooey on you, Woeful! We have a wedding to plan, so get your soul in gear!
