To Franknfurter69 and everyone else: Actually, the Skulk meeting to induct William, Martha, Harry and Jenny; along with Eric Anderson becoming a were-merman all happened as part of Friday, October 23 (2015). Harry Jenkins and Jenny Harper INTENTIONALLY gave themselves a short prep time before the wedding to not only be married as soon as possible on Halloween, which they felt was an appropriate date considering they had just become werefoxes, but to minimize the chances of Harper family interference. They are unaware of Dieter Wilhelm sending a henchman on ahead to keep an eye on Jenny and kill Harry at the first possible chance!
But remember, Mark Wilson only has a PRE-transformation photo of Jenny before she became a werevixen (BIG before and after difference between the two), and has no idea (yet) of what Harry Jenkins looks like at all.
NOW THEN, ON WITH OUR STORY...
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Leon Talbot ushered Karen Yuletide into the living room of his home, with son Peter close behind.
"Sit down. Make yourself comfortable. Something to drink?" asked Peter's father, playing the gracious host.
"No, thank you," replied Karen, sitting down in the middle of the living room sofa, and thankful Peter took a seat next to her.
Just then another woman walked into the living room. She was regal in every way one could imagine such a person appearing, from the way she walked to the way her dress seemed to fit her "just so".
"Regina, this is Karen Yuletide. Miss Yuletide, my wife, Regina Talbot," said Peter's father, introducing the ladies.
"Hello," said Karen, holding out her hand.
"Don't be nervous honey. We don't bite," said Mrs. Talbot with a smile, while shaking Karen's hand.
"Now then, Karen," began Leon, as he sat down in a chair across from her, with his wife standing by his side, almost like a king on a throne with his queen nearby. "I'm not sure what my son has actually told you about us and weres, let alone werelion society," he said, knowing he was talking to a normal.
"Peter has been graciously giving me lessons in all of that, and if he were to ask me a certain question right now, there's only one point that I would still have some reservations about," admitted Karen, to which everyone else in the room seemed quite surprised.
"Oh? What?" asked Mister Talbot, as his wife and son stared at Karen.
"Honestly? The part about a werelion's... open marriage, for lack of a better term. I know the basic concept is acceptable and practiced by a lot of couples, normal and were alike, but that just wasn't the way I was raised. Once my parents became serious about each other, especially after they became engaged, they forsook all others like the wedding vows say."
"I see. We'll get back to that in a moment, but what I was actually going to ask you about was your opinion on my position within werelion society," admitted Leon.
"Oh," said Karen, blushing a bit. "Well, after I found out about it, because a lot of people seemed surprised that Peter and I were dating, he set me straight about that. It's my understanding that it's more of a leadership than true royalty position. Like suddenly being named President because the previous one just passed away, instead of actually winning an election."
"An interesting take on the situation," conceded Leon. "I know my son doesn't like the title "lion king", and would prefer we call it something more down to earth as well, but the title and the role both have a long history dating back centuries. It's a role I do not take lightly."
"And you shouldn't," agreed Karen. "It's my understanding that if something happens, the other lions, and some of the other weres too, defer to your decisions. It must be difficult at times to be in your position."
"True," admitted Leon. "Petty squabbles and minor differences that should have been resolved long ago grow and become much bigger problems by the time I hear of them."
"Which is probably why you love restoring old cars so much. It's more than just a business or even a hobby to you. It's a form of relaxation. Working with your hands and making something worthwhile out of what someone else would have discarded and junked long ago," observed Karen.
That statement made Leon Talbot smile.
"She gets it," he said, turning to look between his wife and son. "She actually gets it."
"In a way, I feel the same about my art. It's more to me than just a potential career, it's also how I relax and destress too," agreed Karen.
"I see. Did you happen to bring any of your art with you?" asked Leon.
"To bring the actual drawings would have required much more space than I had available, but I did bring some pictures," answered Karen, silently thanking Ben Twist for the idea before she opened her cellphone and handed it to Peter's father.
With Regina looking over his shoulder, Leon silently thumbed through the digital images. Towards the end of the gallery, the ones that they stopped and stared at the most were those of Peter from the life modeling class, the drawing of Peter and Karen that she drew of their wedding, and the one of how she pictured them later in life with two children.
"You're very talented," said Leon, flipping the images back to the beginning so Karen wouldn't know what they were staring at before handing the phone back to her.
"As for the werelion's concept of an open marriage, I understand completely," said Regina Talbot. "I was a normal before meeting Leon, so can understand your reservations on the subject."
"I believe the ladies are going to have a private talk at some point later this evening," Leon said to his son. "When they do, I can show you the new chrome parts I got for that 66 Mustang. They just arrived this afternoon."
"Good. Do they fit?" asked Peter.
"We'll see," said his father, sniffing the air. "I think it's almost time for dinner."