9:06 A.M.
Ganju Shiba stared at Hanatarō. The short Shinigami quaked under his glare. "What did I tell you? The silver candles go on every third table, while the white ones go on every other one!"
"No—no, Ganju, I'm sure you said, 'The white candles go on every third table, while the silver ones go one every other one,'" Hanatarō stuttered.
The pair looked around the reception hall, where they had decorated everything almost perfectly. Except for the tables.
Ganju decided to take pity on his small friend. "Look, it's not that I care about how the tables look, but my sister's gonna kill us if her design scheme looks all messed up."
"Your sister?!" Hanatarō yelped. He leaped behind Ganju like a scared rabbit. "Is she here?"
"Not yet. She'll be coming later. I just came early so I could drop off our presents and the designs for the reception hall, and somehow I got roped into decorating with you."
"I see." Hanatarō began to rearrange the candles. "What did you guys bring Ichigo and Orihime?"
Ganju snorted. "Whaddaya think—fancy jewelry?" He paused. "We bought them Shiba family fireworks!"
Hanatarō paled. What kind of gift is that? I don't know if Ichigo even likes fireworks. "Oh, uh, that's a great gift. I bought them these really cool slushy drink things I got from a gas station store I worked at!"
Ganju sweatdropped. "What kind of gift is that?"