(Well....they will....but if they didn't want any....wait...YOU'RE OVER THINKING IT!

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Rafiki: And do you Furaha take Arida to love, to bear your cubs, to cherish until the day you die?
Furaha: I do!
Rafiki breaks open one of his fruits and puts marks on both their foreheads with the juice.
Rafiki: I now pronounce you, husband and wife! You may kiss your bride!
Furaha leans in and kisses her muzzle with his. Rafiki shakes his staff over the love birds.
Furaha: I love you!