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Today I bought wedding magazines.

This was a mistake.

You want to know why this was a mistake? Well, I'm going to tell you. BECAUSE THE WEDDING INDUSTRY IS COMPLETELY BRIDE-ORIENTED AND IS NOT HELPING ME AT ALL.

I suppose this is good in its way, because it gives us license to invent our own traditions and make our own decisions, but on the other hand . . . I would really like to do this right.

At this rate you lot will be lucky if you get a cup of water and a slice of cake at the reception, I hope you realize that.

And you're only getting cake because Lorne wants cake.

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I will. You know I'm going to wait until we tried every single option before choosing, right?

(Mmm...good.)

Yes, I know. and then if you eat too much and get a tummyache I'll rub your belly.

(*nuzzles*)

Well that's incentive to eat too much right there.

(*licks*)

I love that you love cake, sweetheart. *smooches*

Who doesn't love cake? *smooches*

I'm sure there are people who don't like cake. I'm glad you're not one of them.

Oh! You know what? We ought to ask about cake with apricot flavoring or filling. I've been thinking we ought to work in apricots as much as possible.

So am I.

Oh, god, baby. You know just what I like.

I know I do, baby.

(Yes, this is my smug face that I'm wearing right now.)

(I love your smug face.)

(I think you love all my faces. Like I love all of yours.)

(I think I do too.)

(Even my angry face?)

(Your angry face is hot, babe. So long as you're not angry at me.)

(and my sad face? Do you love that, too?)

(I don't love to see you sad, but I still love your face, even when it's sad.)

(I'm glad you love all my faces, sweetheart.)

(Even the smug one.)

(I'm glad you love all mine too, darling.)

(I do. Your happy face in particular.)

(And your dorky face. I love that one a lot.)

(My dorky face?)

(Yes. You occasionally are my beloved dorkface.)

(I do not have a dorky face. All of my faces are suave and dashing.)

(Of course you do, baby. You are the very definition of machismo.)

(Damn straight I am. Nothing dorky about me.)

(I love it when you sweep me into your arms and ravish me.)

(Just say when, baby.)