By the middle of Friday afternoon, she was tired of pretending she was interested in working. She and Rabastan had already come up with a plan to arrest Theodore on the day he returned from his honeymoon the next week. Rabastan could hardly talk about the wretched man's honeymoon without laughing. They both hoped that the potion he slipped in his drink would keep him unable to perform his husbandly duties until the new couple was back on familiar soil. It was the least they could do for the poor girl forced to marry him.