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There is a Cuthbert, sitting at the bar with dinner.

There is also a newly acquired leatherbound notebook in which things--mostly lists, from the look of it--are being written and occasionally scribbled out. Mostly in the High Speech, though he's also taking the opportunity for more practice writing English.

~~There is also a recycled entrance post, but shhh.~~

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Cuthbert looks dubious. "Don't you girls think sparkles and ruffles might be going overboard?"

Ami eyes him worriedly. "He may have a point ..."

But this is his wedding! *Meg protests, horrified.* He'll have to remember it forever! There is no such thing as too much!

- he's just lucky we're not talking corsets.

Anthy glows with joy.

"Now we are."

Cuthbert is mournful. "There you go again, implying I don't have a good enough figure on my own."

Can I put my hands around your waist? Can Susan put her hands around your waist? No? Then your figure isn't good enough.

*Meg is firm.*

Besides, then Susan gets the fun of unlacing you!

Cuthbert eyes her. "No, you can't, because I eat."

Oooh, burn.

"I eat," Anthy points out.

She's also animated by people who never quite got over the joy of stick figures, but Cuthbert doesn't know that.

There, see? *Meg, who was floundering dangerously for a minute, seizes on this lifebelt.*

She eats.

"Yes, well, the whole sword thing probably had the side effect of giving you some weird Rose Bride metabolism."

"Well," Anthy says practically, "you're going to be the Silkflower Bride."

"But silkflowers and swords are hardly the same thing. The effect has got to be different."

Which, *Meg says, triumphantly,* is why you need the corset!

*Oooh, caught in his own logic trap.*

"Except for the part where I'm marrying someone who accepts me the way I am." Cuthbert points out loftily.

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Anthy is serene like Kuan Yin.

"No."

"Hell no!"

Cuthbert looks concerned. "But what if they clash with my gunbelts?"

"We dress up the gunbelts."

Duh.

"Lace," Lilly says firmly. "And lots of it. People will wonder if they're gunbelts or garterbelts by the time we're through."

They could in fact double as both!

"See, now there's ruffles and sparkles and lace?" Cuthbert shakes his head. "Sorry, kids. I've always been a bit of a minimalist at heart."

"This wedding is Susan's special day," Anthy says, with big reproachful eyes. "Surely you can't be that selfish."

"I don't see Susan here encouraging ruffles." Cuthbert points out.

Ah, Bert. You with your logic.

We are her fellows in teenaged girldom, *Meg says solemnly,* and we speak for her.

"Same club," Lilly points out, grinning. "Also wedding planner, here. I think that lends the planning a certain authority."