"Personally," Brian said, pulling the car into the garage, "I think we should just get it overwith. Not sure why we're puttiing it off."
"Get it overwith?" she echoed.
"You know what I mean," he frowned.
"You think its just inevitable that I will married you?"
"Yes," he said. "I do." She rolled her eyes at him.
"I hadn't even thought of who to do the ceremony," she said. "I...always thought that we'd have one of our friends to do that. But...it seems like we're rather short on friends right now."
"You're not short on anything," her father said, opening the hatch of the suv. "Good God. What did you do? Buy the store and pilfer the profits?"
"Would have been cheaper," Brian laughed. Robert waved his wand, marching the boxes and bags into the house.
"And what was it you thought you were short on friends for?" Robert asked.
"Someone to do the ceremony," Khaat said. "We dont' have as many friends as I thought we had."
"Dont' ever say that. Just because our friends didn't all come here with us? We need them right where they are. You can celebrate your wedding with them when things ease up back home." Robert said.