[He was mid-bite and nearly inhaled the dumpling with the question. Eyes wide as saucers, he had to wonder:]

H-huh!? L-lunatian-style married!? ...I-is there a Lunatia style!?

[Oh no. Oh shit. He needed to look this up somehow and get to the bottom of it. He hurriedly scooped the rest of the zenzai into his mouth before he went for his tablet.]

There's gotta be a law or rule or somethin' about prismal m-marriage or whatever, right!?