"That is never an easy choice," Kate said. "Choosing your attendants is tough, or at least it was for Robert and I because we love all our friends and we didnt' want to alienate anyone by not picking someone. And then there is the task of deciding if you want someone to walk you down the aisle, or wanting a flower girl or a ring bearer...."
"Simple works really well," Brian said. "Just make it simple and beautiful so you can enjoy yourselves. Khaat and I talked about waiting until we could have some sort of showstopping event in England, but truthfully, neither of us need that. All we really needed was the people we love the most. And that's precisely what we got. Khaat didnt' get her blue jeans, but...I guess I wanted more than that for her. I know she and Rob sort of threw their wedding together at the last minute and unless she plans some arena sized wedding with her next husband..."
"My next WHAT?" she frowned, coming back in, her arm around her father, and Robert's strong arm around her supporting her. "And what will you be doing if I have husband number three? Besides looking like a harlot to most of England?"
"You know what I told you," he said casually, pouring more tea into Abbey''s little cup. Khaat blindsided Brian by firing a charge of wandless magic at him, deliberately causing him to bite his own tongue.
"Ow!" he frowned at her. "What was that for?"
"Don't you ever say it again. Don't even think it again, or I swear I'll put you in one of Daddy's bug jars, and yes, I do know that freaking spell," she said angrily. Robert looked at her frowning.
"Something I should know about?" Robert asked.
"You talk to him," she snapped at her father. "His ideas sometimes really suck." She sent her teacup out to the kitchen with so much force that it flew, missed the counter and smashed into the wall and shattered. "Damn," she sighed.
"Lad," Robert said. "Shall you and I work this out, or shall we let her break all our dinner service?"