"I sincerely hope you're joking."

He looks for the telltale signs and seems satisfied. After another draft from his mug, he checks his watch. "Shit... I've got so many people to invite. I confirmed quite a few last night... Meg, Anthy, Tom, Bernard... but, I'm not even a quarter done. So, I'd better get on with it."

It's a pointed remark that he hope will spur Mike back into action.

He takes a last glance at the satiny gown and shakes his head sadly. "Such a waste."