August 1st, 762, 4:22 PM
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"Don't worry about it," Harris said, looking back and forth between the Lamordian and the magician. He opened his mouth to explain the situation to Tomas, then decided that discretion was the better part of valor in this case.DocBeard wrote:Eisenwald blinks, looks up at Edmund, and says, "Harris, this was totally an accident." as he thinks, quite accurately, that Edmund would remove his head from his shoulders if he tried flirting with, let alone grabbing the underwear of, his new bride.
The single men began to crawl out of their hiding places now that the sacrifice had been made. Jervis gave a bit of a snort, smirking at Tomas. Dieter goodheartedly nudged his countryman in the ribs a few times. Samael gave a huge grin, setting his arm around the taller man in a gesture of camaraderie.
"Go get her, big guy," he said, pushing Tomas towards where Lia stood. "We'll back you up."
The other men nodded cheerfully, as they all began to back away and look for ample cover to watch the show from.
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The reception was a lovely affair. The tables were clothed in fine white linen, with candles setting a friendly, intimate mood. Given the slight kinks in Otto's music machine, the ambiance was provided by a mouthless, dancing fey, who leaped and twirled along with the melody he played on his feather-decorated flute. Jervis was roasting the wyvern over a barbecue pit. More standard fare was provided; fine wine, savory cuts of lamb, fresh grapes and plums, hot baked bread, and in a slight concession to the groom's home country, some kind of rather horrid sausage.
"Speeches are in order, I think," Marchand-Renier said, standing up and raising his glass. He casually dodged as someone threw something at him. "A toast, then," he amended, dryly. "My congratulations to you, Edmund! Though she may have been an iron-fisted tyrant, what woman isn't, at some point? She is intelligent, accomplished, and she most certainly isn't marrying you for money or power. You'll be a happy couple."
"Um. Thank you?" Harris said, looking slightly unsure of how to respond. Menetnashte squeezed his hand reassuringly, smiling at Marchand-Renier, a smile that promised there would be consequences later.
"Don't mind him, Edmund," Carter said cheerfully, raising his glass. "He's just jealous. And who wouldn't be? The one time I was almost married didn't go nearly as well. Of course, that was at knife point... and the bride turned out to be a giant snake..."
Carter shook his head, then notice everyone at the table staring at him. "What?"
Remy quietly toasted Harris, figuring he'd better do it before everything got out of hand again. "Cheers, Captain Harris." All around, the others joined in the sentiment, raising their glasses high.