Pictured, Tzeentch standing over a table of infinite dimensions. On it, face down, are portraits of every single sapient being on Mundus(and likely beyond).
He looks at the field, considering. He then closes his eyes and other mystical senses, spins around nine times clockwise, and grabs a random portrait. He spins nine times counter clockwise grabbing a second portrait, eyes still closed.
He opens his eyes, and gazes upon the portaits: "Together! Mwahahahaha!"
Some decades later, the Hortzmann-Weber children are asking about how their parents got together.
"Oh I don't know, it must have just been fate I guess."
"Mwahahaha!"