Cassiopeia walked out with Orion, a screwdriver in hand. She was curious why he didn't have a drink, until he produced a flask. "What a naughty boy." She jokes. Not like she didn't have her own. Filled with vodka, obviously. They walked outside, and went through the garden. She listened to the question, and hums as she decides what to tell him.<br/><br/>"While my mother and I were alone, she explained things to me. I behave and marry you, or else life will become hell for me." She settles on the truth. "Obviously, I chose to behave. Good idea, don't you think?" She glances at Orion.