Planning a wedding was always a stressful venture. Planning a wedding while both studying and working was proving more so. But Fliss honestly didn't mind it. She genuinely found it fun to sit on the floor of the living room, surrounded by magazines, swatches, sample flowers, everything she could get her hands on, and make decisions about a day that was approaching much faster than she had given it credit for.
Lucas was just as enthusiastic about getting married, but less so about the planning. He really didn't know much about how to go about planning a wedding. Thankfully Fliss' mother had once been known as the "Multiverse's Best P.A.", and those skills had come in handy with wedding planning. Still, there were things that only Fliss and Lucas could decide on before the big day.
"How are you doing with ideas for what we're gonna dance to?" Fliss asked, flipping her long hair over to her other shoulder as she looked up. She had at least three notebooks open, each one bearing scribbled notes in different colors.
Lucas frowned, which was answer enough. "I don't know. Do we want something old or something new?" he asked, as he returned to the couch with a glass of soda in each hand. The trouble was that there were so many good songs to choose from, but neither of them wanted something that was too clichéd.
"I don't think new or old comes into it," Fliss said thoughtfully, taking the glass from him with a fond smile. "It should be a song we both enjoy, and we have such an eclectic taste between us."
"And a song we can dance to," Lucas pointed out as he claimed a spot on the couch and handed her a glass of soda. "Maybe we should talk to Jack and Jaz," he suggested. "What do you think?"
"Oh, that's a brilliant idea," she enthused in answer, sipping her soda. "And they would put their own spin on any song we chose, too. It would really be our song, then."
"Unless you have a specific song you like?" he asked. He'd completely lost track of popular music back on Earth since coming to Rhy'Din, but Jack and Jasmin were musicians and might have some suggestions.
"The one that comes into my head whenever I think about it is really cheesy," she told him, laughing at her own brain's suggestions about good songs to dance to.
"Is it by Air Supply?" he asked with a smirk. He wasn't even sure he could name a song by Air Supply, but he'd heard somewhere that all their songs were pretty corny.
"Worse," she warned. "It's a Diana Ross song. My endless love ... That one." She grinned, a flush on her cheeks betraying how embarrassing she found that
Lucas rolled his eyes. "We can do better than that," he said with a chuckle, pausing a moment before adding, "Unless that's what you want!"
"Oh gods, no," she laughed, batting at him with a handful of lace swatches Miranda had told her to make a decision on by the end of the weekend.
He laughed, his attention drawn to the photos she had spread out in front of her. "Um, isn't it bad luck for the groom to see the bride's gown before the wedding day?"
She rolled her eyes. "You're not superstitious, are you?" she asked teasingly. "I just have to decide which lace I want, she's pretty much done the rest. You were supposed to be deciding which flower colors we wanted."
"I thought the bride is supposed to decide all that stuff," he said, evading her question. He didn't think he was very superstitious, but then, why tempt fate?
She narrowed her eyes. "Nice try." Her shoulder nudged his affectionately. "I am not making all the decisions for this shindig by myself, baby, so man up a little and pick a flower you like."
He chuckled a little again at her teasing, though he really didn't think he was very good at planning any of this. "I like roses, but ..." He shrugged. "What are our choices?"
Dropping the swatches, Fliss leaned over for the catalog she had picked up from their chosen florist. "Knock yourself out," she suggested with a grin. "They're organized by color."
"You really are no help," he grumbled, though he was mostly teasing. What did he know about music and flowers and dresses, of all things? But he knew she wanted his input. After all, this was their wedding and they were only going to get married once. "Aren't we supposed to decide on colors first?" he asked, reaching for the catalog and flipping through it.
"Yeah, Mom gave up on getting us to decide on a theme about a month ago," Fliss chuckled, picking up the swatches again to examine them one by one. "She's just taking it as it comes now."
"Okay," Lucas said, trying another tack. "What's your favorite color?" he asked, though he knew he should probably know that by now.
"Look in a mirror and take a guess," she said with a mischievous cast to her smile, glancing at him through her lashes for the briefest moment before returning her attention to the lace in her hands.
He blinked at her unexpected reply. "Blond?" he asked, with a teasing smirk on his face. He knew she was probably referring to the color of his eyes, but he couldn't help but tease her.
"Yes, I'm utterly captivated by fields of ripe wheat," she drawled, rolling her eyes. "You know perfectly well what I mean, angel."
He didn't even blink at her pet name for him - one it had taken a little while to get used to. The name, he knew, was more in reference to his wings than to his temperament. "Okay, so ... what about this?" he asked, pointing out a bouquet that featured some kind of blue flower.
"Mmm," she murmured approvingly. "White roses. That is a lovely bouquet." She lifted her eyes to his. "I knew you had a good eye for detail and color."
"Think so?" he asked, somewhat surprised. "Should I apprentice with Miranda then?" he asked, that smirk reappearing on his face. He'd always been the quiet, shy one of the two Foster brothers, but there was something about Fliss that had always put him at ease to just be himself.
"Save it for a relaxing hobby, maybe," she countered, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "See, it isn't hard to make decisions for this shindig. There's just a lot of them to make."
"Or maybe I should become a florist?" he teased further, smiling as she kissed his cheek. "I still don't know what song we should dance to, though," he admitted, though he was sure Jack and Jasmin would have some good suggestions. "So, who've you asked to stand up with you?"