[Wedding] Wedding Night (for Zell)
After we said our goodbyes, Dairine hailed a cab, by darting out onto the sidewalk, putting fingers to her lips and letting out a shrill whistle. It may not have been ladylike, but it worked. Zell and I bundled in, and Dairine ordered the driver to take us to the best bed and breakfast in London. The driver tipped his hat, and we trundled off.
The cabbie obliged us, and soon we had found a delightful little establishment with a good view of the Thames. The ghostly proprietor just looked perplexed when we asked about payment, and waved us up to our room. There, at the door to our room, I turned to Zell and kissed him. "Earth tradition dictates that you carry me across the threshold, husband!"
The cabbie obliged us, and soon we had found a delightful little establishment with a good view of the Thames. The ghostly proprietor just looked perplexed when we asked about payment, and waved us up to our room. There, at the door to our room, I turned to Zell and kissed him. "Earth tradition dictates that you carry me across the threshold, husband!"