I was wondering what exactly one wore to a space wedding. I'm fairly sure there's no Emily Post book to consult on that one. And where could they possibly be registered, and what do you get people that live on a spaceship? Gravity is, of course, a factor. I should ask Hank.
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That is, if you want me to accompany you. If you want my involvement in this at all, actually.
I. . .ahh. . .I'm not sure we're INVITED to the wedding? That's why I hadn't mentioned it before. Not that we're NOT invited, it's just more a 'hypothetical we'll probably do this at some point' than "Cyclops plus one," you know? Dad has never been really great about planning things and/or giving notice.
I'm glad you're so enthusiastic, though. Unless that's, like, sarcastic enthusiasm. I'm never sure.
Scott, don't be silly. Of course you're invited to the wedding. Why on earth would your father get married and not invite you?
Well, do let me know if we are expected. I shall have to find something to pack that will survive space flight and not require an iron. (Do wrinkles fall out in no gravity?)
Why on earth would your father get married and not invite you?
Well, the phrase "drunken impulse" comes to mind. I'm not sure what the Starjammers' equivalent of Vegas is, but Chris Summers would probably find it. And to be fair, I didn't really give him enough notice of my, ahh, second wedding that he was able to show up. And, you know, they've been together forever. I doubt it would be anything fancy.
I was wondering what exactly one wore to a space wedding. I'm fairly sure there's no Emily Post book to consult on that one. And where could they possibly be registered, and what do you get people that live on a spaceship? Gravity is, of course, a factor. I should ask Hank.
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That is, if you want me to accompany you. If you want my involvement in this at all, actually.
And I think your hair is cute, for the record.
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I'm glad you're so enthusiastic, though. Unless that's, like, sarcastic enthusiasm. I'm never sure.
All hair colors look alike to me.
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Well, do let me know if we are expected. I shall have to find something to pack that will survive space flight and not require an iron. (Do wrinkles fall out in no gravity?)
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Well, the phrase "drunken impulse" comes to mind. I'm not sure what the Starjammers' equivalent of Vegas is, but Chris Summers would probably find it. And to be fair, I didn't really give him enough notice of my, ahh, second wedding that he was able to show up. And, you know, they've been together forever. I doubt it would be anything fancy.
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Who wouldn't want a giant cat for a stepmother, you know?
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[Emma actually giggles, then looks around to make sure no one saw]
A very small mouse, maybe?
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*rubs temples*
This was me making a joke. I was saying that a very small mouse might, in fact, not enjoy having a giant cat for a stepmother.
Never mind. This is why I go for sarcasm. Apparently I'm not very good at other kinds of humor.
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I get it.
Funny.
*pause*
It's not you, it's me?
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(That, you see, is sarcasm).
Of course it's you.
(Is that sarcasm? I'll let you decide.)
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