Harry and Ruth walk down the hall to where Malcolm is waiting for them. "Okay, Malcolm, what have you got for us?"
"I've got a button cam for you, Harry."
"It looks exactly like a real button."
"That's the point. If you bring me a dress shirt tomorrow I'll stitch it on for you. Do you have a tuxedo?" Malcolm asks as he sets the button cam down.
"Yeah, I have a tuxedo. Why do you think I need one for this weekend?" Harry asks leaning over the table.
"The DG sent the invitation to us and all the dinners are black tie."
"Christ, I don't know if my tuxedo still fits. I haven't worn it for a while."
"You'll have to try it on when we get home." Ruth says teasingly.
"Oh Harry, it's great. She's already got the nagging wife part down perfectly. You'll be fine this weekend."
"Malcolm. I've just thought of something. Ruth is going to need an engagement ring as well." Harry runs his hand over his chin.
"I'll get on it. I have your wedding rings for you. They have locator beacons in them so don't take them off. They're also engraved on the inside." Malcolm passes Harry the two rings.
Harry puts his reading glasses on and reads the inscription, "I'll love you always and forever."
"Oh Malcolm, that's very sweet inscription." Ruth smiles broadly at her friend.
"Shall we exchange rings, Ruth?" Harry suggests.
"That's a perfectly romantic idea Harry." Ruth picks up the larger of the two wedding bands. "I, Ruth Elizabeth Evershed, give you this ring as a symbol of my love and with all that I am and all that I have I honour you." Ruth pushes the ring onto his finger and smiles up at him.
"I, Henry Edward Pearce, with free and unconstrained soul, give you all I am and all I am to become. Take this ring and with it my promise of faith, patience, and love for the rest of my life." Harry says gently. He carefully slides the thin, gold wedding band onto her finger.
"That's very sweet Harry. I think I'll ask Beth to go down to wardrobe to help me pick out some outfits for this weekend. If you need a tuxedo I need some evening gowns and cocktail dresses."
"Right, love, don't pick too many things. If I remember rightly a lot of those dresses are heavy and delicate, so for heaven's sake, don't fold them. They'll never be the same." Harry kisses Ruth's cheek.
"How do I get them up here in one piece then, smarty pants?"
"I'll come down and pick them up for you and take them out to the car."
"Thanks Harry. I shouldn't be long down there." Ruth kisses Harry's cheek.
"Wait, Ruth, there's one more piece of technology I should show you. They're for you. We've got these audio microphone hair pins for when you do your hair up for your fancy parties."
"That's brilliant Malcolm. All the regular tech is coming too, right?"
"Of course it is. I wouldn't let you go on an undercover op without all the proper equipment.
"Right, I'll be back soon." Ruth again kisses Harry's cheek and leaves the room.
