Favourite little headcanon: Lexa with a broad Australian accent (with no semblance to reality) trying to get Titus to accept Clarke.

Titus:  Everything you do elevates her.

Lexa: Aw lighten up, Tito.  She’s a good Sheila and I’m gonna marry her. 

Aden: Heda, I respectfully offer myself as your Maid of Honour.

Lexa: That’s good of ya, sport, but I think you mean Best Man.

Aden: No, Heda, I believe I read that there is a Maid of Honour.  

Lexa: Crickey.  Didn’t know ya could read.  All righty then, you’ve got the job, my son.  

Titus: *Closes eyes, pinches bridge of nose, wonders why he has lived so long and when will it all end*