I asked for something fun to write here; this is to the first prompt, from Rix (When the family found out how great-grandma & great-granddad _really_ got together.)
“…and then I killed the beast.” Great-grandma leaned back in her chair, grinning. “And since I’d killed it, I got its prize.” Her hand landed comfortably on Great-grandpa’s neck.
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So, the ancestral weapons are hers?
Yep!
Heh. Nice thought.
I like this story already!