13th July 2013 Saturday

Day 194

Hmm, now that the fairy tale is over, I don't exactly know what to do now. By the way, thank you so much for the positive responses from "Jenny and the beast", and because I didn't say it 12 days ago, thank you so much for the birthday wishes. Let's see what I can make up.

Disclaimer: I own the plot, and my imagination…oh who am I kidding?

"Oh great," Jenny groaned, once she was forced in to her seat in the control room. Bream and Jane had finally managed to track her down, even after she had changed her computer chip and reconfigured the computer programmes, and now they had her exactly where they wanted her; seated in front of them as they commenced the one thing that the clone was dreading…

Wedding plans!

"This is so exciting," Jane squealed as she slammed a book down on the nearest table. It looked as thick as some of the engineer's manuals, causing Jenny to widen her eyes in fear.

"Wow, that's big," she commented as she strolled up to the others, lifting the heavy pages and turning them. "Are you sure we need all this stuff for a wedding?"

The mother and the frog girl exchanged looks, before sharing an inside giggle. Jane was the first to respond once she noticed Jenny's puzzled expression. "Sweetie, this is just flower arrangements."

"What?" the clone shouted, flicking her head up to stare at her friends, her jaw hanging open. "Come on, you can't seriously need…over a thousand pages just for info on flowers"

"Isn't your manual on how to maintain the habitat's temperature over a thousand pages?" Bream was quick to respond as she pulled out another book; this one slightly smaller than the last.

"There's a difference," the clone answered, a hint of annoyance in her voice. She watched on as Bream flipped through a few pages.

"This one is ceremony venues," she pointed out. Jenny noticed all the photos of beautiful buildings, and accompanying them were scribbled notes of appropriate times and dates. "Where were you planning on having your dream wedding?"

"My dream wedding?" the clone questioned, turning up her nose in disgust.

"I know my wedding was exactly what I'd dreamed," Jane said distracted, staring in to space. "And I know your wedding won't be free like ours but we'll be more than happy to chip in for important stuff like where the ceremony will be held."

Jenny nervously looked away from the girls, her arms crossed tightly to her chest. "Well, I guess Zap and I kind of thought about…having the ceremony here."

An eerie silence fell upon the group. Jane's lips had become extremely thin and Bream's eyes had widened.

"I know there's a lot of space in some of the pavilions, but I'm not sure the guests would be comfortable sharing room next to potentially lethal alien insects," the green-skinned girl interjected. Jenny pouted her lips as she tried to piece her next sentence together, unsure of how to break it to the others.

"Well, maybe other people won't be invited."

"What?" Jane screeched, and immediately, Jenny felt as though she had said the wrong thing. The older woman's eyes were as wide as dinner plates. "What do you mean?"

"I was kind of thinking about having a very, very small ceremony, like just us guys," the clone began to explain, but to no avail, as the other girls continued to stare at her as though she were speaking another language. "And it would be in one of the pavilions at like, dusk, or something."

Nothing was said; Jane looked like she had seen a ghost as she began to flip through the pages. "Ok, ok well we don't have to discuss this just yet; there's plenty of time," the engineer rolled her eyes at Jane's words. "How about we look at photos of cakes?"

"Oh, uh," Jenny stuttered, and Jane, her eyes turning intense, bore in to the clone's face. "Yeah, Zap doesn't eat cake anymore; something about an April fool's day prank."

"Oh right," Bream whispered softly as everyone's gaze fell on to her. "That may have been my fault."

"It's ok," Jane seethed, flipping the pages with more force than one needed. "What about the reception?"

When Jenny didn't reply, the mother slammed the book shut with force, standing up tall and turning to face the clone before leaning on the computer bench, releasing a notable sigh. "What is it now?"

"Well, if there's just going to be us seven, I didn't think a reception would matter."

Jane pouted her lips as the words fell on deaf ears. "We don't need to talk about this now," she said, holding the thick book to her chest. "I'll schedule some appointments for the venues and flowers and dresses, and we'll just, you know, check it out."

She strolled out of the room formally with Bream close behind, leaving the clone seated by herself and wondering what had just happened.

I kind of picture Jane to be one of those mum's, even if you think she's not, it's vital to the plot. R&R!