That Didn't Happen During The Rehearsal Dinner
"Dagger?"
"Yes?"
"Do you wanna…elope?"
"…Elope. You want us to elope."
"Er, yes?"
"Zidane, I'm in my wedding dress. It took me three hours to get in my wedding dress. My unique, hand-made, worth-a-fleet-of-airships wedding dress. The guests are seated, including those that weren't supposed to be here in the first place. The music has started. The Lindblum Orchestra came here especially for the ceremony, as I'm sure you remember. The food is all prepared. The castle cook spent the last month dealing with all sorts of delivery troubles and working himself to death. Everyone is ready. Even the priest is in position. As a matter of fact, you should be down there yourself. Why do you want to elope now?"
"Well, it's not like we need to get married, right? I mean, we went through the whole thing in Conde Petie, didn't we? And it's not like we technically need that wedding night thingy, right? If it's a ring you want I can stea- er, buy you one within the hour and be done with it. So we can skip this and-"
"Zidane, what are you hiding from me?"
"Me? Nothing!"
"You're a bad liar, you- Zidane, who are all these…women? The angry-looking ones?"
"Er…"
"Old girlfriends?"
"Er…"
"What are they burning? Are those things supposed to be effigies of me?"
"Er, well…"
"Zidane?"
"Y-yes, dear?"
"You do know I should hurt you, don't you?"
"Yes, yes, I know, I- Dagger? Where are you going?"
"My room. I need to put on something more comfortable, if we're going to walk a lot. Go get the others, will you? We need to leave Alexandria before the cook hears about this."