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Cue one Wedding Dress Dilemma, currently being solved. How? With a pair of scissors and a stack of wedding dress pictures that have elements that Svava does like.

Hah. Take that, fashion designers of millions of worlds and times.

Or-

Svava, at a table with hot chocolate and calico cat, realizing that April is only a couple months away.

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He nudges her.

"Getting nervous? No reason to be for you two, but I hear most brides are."

He laughs. "I'm sorry, I'm being an ass. Really, Svava, anything you need help with, let me know. I'd love to help out."

"I should drop the whole thing on you to figure out- but if I did, who knows what I might end up wearing." She makes a face at him, and then laughs quietly, settling back in her seat.

"I'm not nervous- I just want the wedding to be nice."

"It will be," he promises. "And even I wouldn't ruin a bride on her wedding day. It's some sort of unwritten law that no one can mess with the wedding dress."

Svava looks down at the various cut-outs of dresses. Her lips twitch.

"Nice to know that."

He laughs.

"So what about Archie? What are we doing with him for this whole getting hitched thing? You sure we can't just run him off?"

Svava blinks at Jason.

"... run him off?"

He tightens his arm around her.

"Come on baby. You and me. We'll ditch the Brit and head to Vegas."

She doesn't need to see his eyes to notice the teasing glint in them.

Alas, there are no pillows to throw. So Jason gets an elbow to the side.

"So you're planning to be one of those Chippendale Dancers in Vegas, maybe?"

Now there is tickling as well.

Jason gets a hurt look as he tries to ward off tickling fingers.

"Ow. Not Chippendales...I'm much better than they are. Or do I need to audition? You wouldn't hire someone else behind my back would you?"

"I hardly need to hire anyone, Jason." Svava blushes, pulling her hands back for another try.

"Well, you do dancing like them, so what other sort of place would you work?"

He pouts, pulling on her hands. "Of course not, you have me. I wouldn't charge you. You can even have any tips I make."

He waves a hand. "I like where I'm at. No one could offer what I have with Jean Claude in Vegas. Although I know some people out there who've told me that there's a show called Zumanity that would be fun to work at."

"So you'd work for me, and I get to keep the profits?" Svava eyes Jason, pondering this.

Fear Svava's plans, if she gets to St Louis, Jean Claude. Fear.

He eyes her.

"For your Hen night, Svava. I'd never last in this Bar if I didn't have my job back home. But yeah, for that night, we'll call it a fundraiser."

Svava blinks-

And then giggles, shaking her head. "I was just joking, Jason. Really. I don't even quite think I'm going to have that sort of party before my wedding, even."

He lets that lower lip out again and sighs heavily.

"I can't even audition?"

He just won't let up...

"We'll be at a spa." Svava pats Jason's shoulder.

He sighs and glances back at her out of the corner of his eye.

"Ok. But you're missing out, Svava. I'm telling you."

"I'll find some way to manage, really." She pats Jason's shoulder again. Trying not to grin too much.

He eyes her warily, then breaks into a grin and kisses her cheek.

"Don't doubt that."
He sighs goodnaturedly and lifts some magazines. "So, hot cocoa and I'll help you sort these out?"

"... thank you." Svava nods at Jason, smiling, and orders a refill and another cup.

Weddings. Drastic things.

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