As usual Ché and Greta were greeted warmly. It appeared that they were just as excited about the wedding as everyone else. Once all of the greetings were over, Ché offered to make everyone Paella as it was approaching lunch time. This offer was gratefully accepted and at Ché's request the Mayor went to fetch his barbeque and Ché climbed back into the airship to get his Paella dish and the ingredients.

Within ten minutes everyone was sitting on the ground eating Paella. It was a wonderful spring day and was warm enough to eat outside. There was scattered conversation amongst the group which mainly leaned toward the wedding plans. The only problem that Kit and Robyn had encountered so far was the seating plan which Greta offered to give them a hand with when they'd done eating.

"How far have you gotten with everything else?" Ché asked looking over at Kit.

Kit thought for a second, "We've sorted the caterers and the menu, flowers, transport; all the stuff for the reception and all we really need to look at now is my tux, Robyn's dress and the rings."

"That's not bad at all. I suppose the guest list has sorted itself?"

"Pretty much," Robyn replied. "Everyone that's coming is here now really apart from Doctor Cole. He thinks he might be working on the day and is trying to swing it so he can at least come to reception if nothing else."

Ché smiled, "That's very nice of him. I like it when people make that sort of effort when they don't have to." Then looking at Kit he said, "Would you like me to get in touch with my tailor and see if he can help with your suits? I'm sure he'd be happy to help and he's a brilliant man. I've never had any complaints with his work."

"Thanks mate that would really help. I'm going to have to get something custom done because I'm neither one size nor the other in some places."

"Excellent. The only trouble is that my tailor is in Madrid and we'd have to go and see him. It's a long trip from here to there and would take about two days. I suggest we go tomorrow while we still have plenty of time and that we take Robbie, Sportacus and Ziggy with us. They'll need to match with you obviously."

Robyn nodded, "And while you boys are gone we girls can sort out my dress. That way there's no chance of you seeing it before the day."

Ché clapped his hands together, "Excellent. Things should go together quite nicely. Once we've got the tuxes and dresses done we can look at the rings. As for the seating plan we can resolve that problem today."

Everyone nodded. With there being an obvious light at the end of the tunnel their excitement grew. It would take a week if not less for Kit's tux to be done but it would be done in good time.

With lunch concluded Greta went with Kit and Robyn to look at the seating plan while Ché followed Ziggy back to his house to go over their speeches. If anyone knew about speeches it was Ché, he'd been best man in over thirty weddings and father of the bride to all of his nine daughters. He had a wealth of experience and would tell Ziggy and Robbie what he thought of their speeches.

The duty of telling Robyn that her grandparents wouldn't be coming to the wedding fell to Greta in Ché's absence. She didn't like having to tell her the news but it had to be done. For her part Robyn didn't seem surprised and less upset than Greta thought she would be. Perhaps the girl was growing used to being rejected by them, it was sad but it was for the best. Her grandparents would never change their minds.

After some discussion and drawing up a new seating plan after the original had been drawn on so much that no one could tell who was where, Greta declared that the problem had been officially solved. Everyone that was coming had been included and all three people in the room were sure that there'd be no objections to where they had been seated.

"I was thinking," Greta began. "That depending on where you're going to look at dresses we'll have to think how we'll get there. If Ché takes the airship tomorrow, which he will, we have a problem unless I can get one of my children to come down. One of my sons is in England at the moment and has his own airship which I'm sure he wouldn't mind us borrowing."

"That would be very handy. We're going to go to the Greentown Bridal Boutique which is where Stephanie got her dress." Robyn replied.

"Ok. What I'll do now is try to call him if I can use a phone and tell him to come down or get his other brother in France to make his way here. All of my other children are too far away and have families of their own which makes time difficult."

Kit nodded, "There's a phone in the living room on the coffee table and there's one upstairs if you want some privacy."

Greta smiled and went to use the living room phone. Kit and Robyn had to suppress laughter when they heard how Greta talked to her son. She ordered him about like she did Ché and by the sounds of it he resented it just as much. It seemed to take some persuading on Greta's part to get her son to come but eventually her tone lightened and after thanking her son hung up the phone.

"Pedro is coming," Greta said coming back into the kitchen, "He's my oldest son and the one living in France. I thought I'd call him first as he's more likely to be free. He's setting off now and should be here early tomorrow morning all being well."

"How's he finding his way here?" Kit asked confused.

"Sat Nav. All of the newer airships have it. He was also given a cell phone so he could be got in touch with easier."

"Cool. I guess all of you older heroes have to go by your nose to find where you're going."

Greta nodded, "our airship has an inbuilt compass but a lot of it is generally guess work and memory. Right, well, I'll let Ché know what's going on and will leave you two alone."

Kit and Robyn both said goodbye and Greta let herself out. When she was gone Kit looked at Robyn with a slightly exasperated look on his face. Robyn had a similar expression on hers and getting up from her chair went to put the kettle on. Stretching Kit stood up also and went into the living room to sit in a more comfortable chair; he was feeling very lazy today.

Two minutes later Robyn sat down beside Kit and handed him his cup of coffee. After taking a sip of her own and putting it on the table she rested her head on his shoulder. Kit wrapped his spare arm around her waist and rested his head on hers. Exhaling deeply he closed his eyes for a few seconds.

"I know how you feel. I'll miss you too when you go to Madrid." Robyn said.

"Did you know that in the eighteen months plus we've been together we've never spent a whole day apart? It's kind of scary when you think about it and tomorrow we'll be separated for a whole two days, it'll be agony for me. How are you going to hide your tattoo when you try the dresses on?"

"I don't think I'll be able to. I know what Bessie will say when she sees it and when Sportacus finds out he'll go mad. He'll go spare in fact, even more so when I come back with my ears pierced."

"He's really old fashioned in that sense really. What do you think your dad will say?"

Robyn shrugged, "Nothing I suppose. He knows about my tattoo and was completely fine about it, probably because he has one."

"I've seen it; it's a chicken isn't it?"

Laughing Robyn nodded. She wasn't looking forward to being separated from Kit for the two days he'd be with Ché. Even though it was only two days it would seem like an eternity to both of them.