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[highkingingwe]

*in an attempt to put various doubts out of his mind, contemplates the wedding*

Guest List - Ceremony
Amarië (& Finrod), Ingwiel & Morno.
Aredhel, Glorfindel, Anarion (& AN other?) & Finduilas (& Turco?)
Caranthirë (& Túrin)

*pen wavers*

Tevildo?

Guest List - Party
Everyone who wants to show up.

Security? Fëanor? :SAsk Yavanna to perform

Comments

[catprince]

*would be very obliged, thankyou*

*providing he's not too pregnant indisposed at the time*

[highkingingwe]

:)

[catprince]

*manifests*

Sunshine? You're still doing the king thing around here, aren't you?

[highkingingwe]

When my mun's online. Uh-huh. What's going on?

[catprince]

Your son and my surrogate son blew up a warehouse full of overripe fruit. You might want to organize a cleaning effort, it doesn't smell very nice.

[highkingingwe]

Morno did what??

>:|

*immediately summons a servant and has a task force arranged to go clean it up*

[catprince]

He's been experimenting with explosives lately. Nice kid =^.^=

[highkingingwe]

:\ Explosives?

[catprince]

I think my kitten mentioned C4 or something.

*appropriates the wedding preparation notes and smirks as he reads them*

[highkingingwe]

*puts his head in his hands*

He doesn't get that from me. :\ :(

[catprince]

*absentmindedly pats you*

Probably Fëanorian genes. Fëanor spontaneously combusted yesterday. Not that big a step from that to explosives.

[highkingingwe]

*snorts* He was telling me about it.

*not entirely appeased but resolves to forget about it*

[catprince]

So, anything you and Lomion would like as a wedding gift, or shall I use my imagination?

[highkingingwe]

...

Um, while nothing readily springs to mind, I have to wonder what using your imagination would entail...

[catprince]

*somewhat disconcerting smirk*

You'll find out, Sunshine.

[highkingingwe]

*facepalm* :P