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Ex Multus Familia: Part 2
Chapter 7
"Can I see? Pretty please? I just want to make sure…" Robin was standing outside the door to the kitchen, pressing herself desperately against the wood. She was trailing the oversized wedding dress that Max and Gem were trying to pin up despite Robin's inability to stay still.
"No, Robin, I promise it'll match your wedding color scheme thing," Sidda called from inside the kitchen. "I am not making a cake that looks like a gun or anything, though personally, I think that would be much cooler."
"When I told her she could make the cake I didn't think she wasn't going to show it to me," Robin said, looking at Max and Gem with distress.
Max gave an exasperated sigh as she accidentally poked herself with a pin. "Just trust her, Robin. You don't really have time to inspect cakes anyway."
"Especially since you're supposed to be having your dress fitted," Gem said, staring daggers at Robin.
Robin blushed and gave them a sheepish smile. "Sorry, guys." She glanced at the room she had anxiously torn out of when she'd heard that Sidda had started the cake decorating. "We can go back now…"
Gem shook her head. "Thanks, Robin."
"But I'm coming back after they're finished my dress!" Robin yelled through the door.
"And you're still not going to get in!" Sidda yelled back.
In the kitchen, everything was chaos. The cake-making had been the easy part of the whole thing. Now Sidda had four tiers to decorate, and though she wouldn't admit it to Robin, she was slightly nervous about it.
"It's ok, icing is easy to redo," Sidda told herself as she approached the first layer. But actually putting the icing on the cake seemed like such a big deal. What if Robin didn't like it in the end?
"She will, you know her better than almost anyone…"
Of course, Sidda didn't really know what Robin's taste in cakes were, though she did know Robin liked chocolate and lemon cakes. Well, Robin wasn't getting the lemon, but Sidda had decided on a marble cake. Sidda had gotten some special cake icing from a local store as well, including some fondant for the base. That was going to be the trickiest part.
Syl was helping her in the kitchen, and she leaned her elbows on the counter to watch. "Dun dun dun."
"Oh, shut up," Sidda muttered. She carefully started placing the fondant around the first cake layer. It was actually a little easier to do than Sidda had initially expected. The plan was to put a ribbon around the base of each cake layer in the blue-gray color that Robin had her bridesmaids dressed in. Then Sidda would put a delicate spray of Chinese-type blue-gray flowers going around each layer of the cake.
"Robin's going to love it," Syl said encouragingly.
"She better," Sidda muttered, "'cause I'm not doing this again."
Bored with watching Sidda put the fondant on the cake, Syl moved over to where one of the sets of bride and groom dolls were laying on the counter. Sidda had picked up several so that she could decide which one she wanted to use when the time came. Syl took the Robin-doll and hit the Seth-doll over the head.
"Haha, you swore not to leave me until death do us apart, woohoo!" she said in a high-pitched voice. Then she went into a deeper voice. "No, no, nooooo….what have I done? Nooooooo!"
"Oh my gosh, please tell me you don't want a career in writing movie scripts," Sidda said.
Syl grinned at her. "What, you didn't like my impromptu playacting?"
"Totally unrealistic," Sidda said, "Those two hardly ever get in fights."
"True," Syl said, dropping the dolls back onto the table, "I don't know how they manage it."
"By not abusing each other as a source of enjoyment?" Sidda suggested. She laughed, "That scenario you just played out would probably fit you and Krit much, much better. If you ever got married."
"Doubt we will," Syl said, "No need to really."
"Yeah, same with me and Alec," Sidda said, amused at the very thought of needing to marry her mate, "But I bet Max and Logan will."
"Oh my gosh, yes. I bet he already has a ring."
"Maybe he's been saving it for when they were cured." Sidda glanced at Syl, who was just sitting on the counter and watching her. "Hey, grab some of that fondant and start on one of the middle layers. It's not that tricky."
"Ok, slave driver," Syl said, hopping down from the counter.
"What, would you rather go get stuck with pins like Gem and Max?"
"And be in the same room as the panicking bride who desperately wants to know what her cake looks like? No, thank you." Syl grimaced as she rolled the fondant around the cake. "I wonder what the guys are doing right now…"
"Don't know, don't care, as long as they stay away from the kitchen," Sidda said, "I don't trust them and their cavernous stomachs within fifty feet of my cake."
The two women actually finished the base layer and the ribbons within the hour, then took a short break to get lunch together and bring it to the other three women as well since Robin couldn't be allowed into the kitchen and Gem and Max were likely to be coerced into telling Robin what the cake looked like.
"Think it'll be ok to just leave them?" Sidda asked as she and Syl were leaving the kitchen.
Syl laughed. "You're becoming as paranoid as Robin, Sidda. What could possibly happen to them? We put covers over them, no rodents will get to the cake."
"I guess you're right," Sidda said.
They left, and a few minutes later Dalton came in.
"Hey guys?" Dalton looked around. "I'm kind of hungry…" He frowned at the empty kitchen. It figured that someone would be in there all morning, but when he finally wanted something to eat, no one was there. He opened the fridge and sighed as he looked at the contents. He had no idea what was meant for the party tomorrow and what was open to anyone to take. Maybe someone had left some food on the counter for anyone who was hungry?
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"Hmm, those look even better than I thought they would," Robin said, walking in a circle around her four bridesmaid. They were standing in a line reminiscent of their childhood parade ground lines except they were not at attention, and they were all wearing long, elegant dresses. Sidda was fiddling with her sash while Gem tugged at the strapless upper line of her dress. Syl was trying to get the hang of her heels while Max stood calm and poised, the most at ease of all four of them.
"Did you think we were going to look ugly?" Syl asked. She scooted over in front of Max, teetering on her heels, and looked at herself in the mirror. She tugged at her long blond hair. "I mean, if that was the aim, you should've gotten us brown and orange dresses or something."
Robin smiled and reached over to adjust Gem's dress for her from the back. "No way, these are great. I'd rather everyone look good than have you all up there in junkyard dresses."
"Thanks…" Sidda said, rolling her eyes.
"Gem, quit it, it's fine," Robin said as Gem went back to tugging at the dress.
Gem sighed and pushed her hair back behind her ears. "Sorry, I'm just not all that comfortable in this thing. It feels like it's going to fall down at any minute."
"Well, it's not," Robin said. She reached open and rehooked the dress again. "That better?"
Gem let go of the dress and stood there for a moment. Finally, she nodded. "Yeah, sure."
Robin smiled at her friend. "You look gorgeous. That color is good on you."
"Really?" Gem said. It was true. The redhead looked fantastic in the blue-grey color Robin had put all of her bridesmaids in. Robin watched her for a moment as she smiled uncertainly at herself in the mirror. It was strange that Gem didn't have a guy, but she had a plan to remedy that. She had invited a guy from back in Terminal City, one of the newer X5s, who she thought would be a great match for her lively, rational friend. Not that she was going to tell Gem; she didn't want to be a matchmaker. But nudging them in the right direction never hurt, did it?
Sidda slipped out of the sleeveless, sleek dress and quickly put her own clothes back on. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I've got a cake to finish."
Robin whipped her head toward Sidda and her eyes widened. "You haven't finished it yet? It's that complicated?"
Sidda shrugged, a smirk spreading across her face. "Maybe. Maybe not."
"Sidda!"
"What?" Sidda asked, pulling on her t-shirt. "I'm not ruining this surprise for you."
"Wait for me," Syl said, "Don't leave me here with these people, they're obsessed with clothes!" She tottered after Sidda, completely off-balance in her heels. "Damn it." She reached down to take them off, but Max stopped her.
"You should probably keep them on and practice, Syl," Max said, grinning at her sister, "Wouldn't want you to trip tomorrow."
Syl stared after her and then tossed Sidda a look that was a Syl-version of "Help Me."
"Sorry, Syl, gotta check on the cakes," Sidda said, grinning, "Besides, you can distract Robin from trying to find out what the cakes are."She took off barefoot down the hallway, leaving Syl to fend off the others by herself.
"I hate her sometimes," Syl grumbled as she came back toward Max, unsteady and wobbly.
Robin was about to reply when she heard a high-pitched, enraged shriek. She looked at the other three before running out of the room, now able to move around freely since she had taken off her wedding dress earlier. Gem, Max and Syl followed, all of them still in their bridesmaids' dresses.
Syl clumped in front of Robin before Robin could go into the kitchen. "Wait, let me go in first."
That was not necessary though because the door burst open and Dalton blurred past them, screaming in actual, true terror. "She's going to kill me!" They heard as he rushed past, tearing through the house like hellhounds were on his heels.
A split second after he had passed by, Sidda erupted from the kitchen, a pair of long, dangerous kitchen knives glinting in her hands. She blurred past the others, following Dalton's scent in deadly silence.
"Oh, boy," Robin said, putting a hand to her face.
Syl peeked into the kitchen, assessed the situation and then confirmed what they had all guessed. "He ate part of the cake." She grinned at Robin. "Cake-making is totally more exciting than I thought it would be!" She raced off in the direction Dalton and Sidda had gone, hiking her dress up around her knees.
Gem pulled the skirts of her dress up. "He is so dead." She marched away too, a scowl on her face.
Max and Robin exchanged a look before heading after them, both prepared to handle the situation and bring back a sense of peace and harmony. Well, Robin would if the cake was salvageable. Otherwise, Dalton was going to be executed as a wedding present.
They found them on the porch on the back of the farm house. It seemed like Dalton had run straight for safety: aka, the groom. He was hiding behind Seth while the confused groom tried to fend off Sidda and her knives. Logan stood nearby, his arms crossed and his eyebrows raised. He looked at Max for an explanation, but she only smirked back at him. Ah, Dalton had committed some kind of wedding transgression.
"You are so cheap, Dalton!" Sidda shouted, "Hiding behind Seth, you weasel, wait until I get you!"
"Sidda, knives…" Seth said, keeping a careful distance away from her chosen weapons. She looked much too comfortable with those in her hands.
"It was just a cake, I didn't know it was important!" Dalton exclaimed. He frowned at her. "You shouldn't have left it on the counter!"
Sidda let out another shriek and shot herself at Dalton, blurring around Seth. Dalton darted away, scrambling down the porch steps. Sidda launched herself off the steps and landed in Dalton's path, cutting him off from escape.
Syl went to go after Dalton but then Robin grabbed her arm, her eyes sending out death glares. "Don't you dare jump off this porch in that dress or else I swear…" She could just picture Syl landing, heels tottering, then her stumbling onto the grass, ruining the dress forever with grass stains. She might be annoyed with Dalton for messing up the cake, but she would be a whole lot more annoyed with Sidda and Syl if it resulted in a bridesmaid's dress being ruined.
"Oh, whoops." Syl knew exactly why Robin was concerned. She ran back inside, dragging Gem with her.
Robin watched them for a moment and then put her hands over her eyes and yelled at Sidda. "Sidda, whatever he did, you can't actually kill him. I need him for the line-up tomorrow!"
"You can get a replacement!" Sidda yelled back. She was moving forward, pushing Dalton back against the porch. "Keep him around, and he'll probably mess up even more than the cake."
"I didn't know!" Dalton moaned. "I was hungry, it looked good…I didn't eat all of it," he added, looking at Robin pleadingly.
Syl and Gem came back out, and Gem reached over the porch railing, grabbed Dalton by the shoulders of his jacket and shirt. In an awesome display of transgenic strength, she hauled him up on the porch.
"I can't believe you ate a piece of the cake!" Gem said. "Did they forget a few brain cells when they made you?"
Sidda hopped over the porch railing to land behind Dalton. "No need to yell at him, Gem," Sidda said pleasantly. She spun one of the knives in her hand. "I'll just go ahead and dispatch of him."
Dalton looked anxiously from one to the other. "Um, I think I'll take the yelling," he said.
Robin sighed, and Seth pulled her close, trying to comfort her. "Care to explain what's going on?"
"Sidda, is the cake salvageable?" Robin asked.
Sidda paused to think for a moment. "I have enough to make the layer he ate again, but it's going to take a lot of time." She growled at Dalton. "And I have to make it, because he had to go and eat the third layer. Not the top one! Noooo, the pig couldn't eat the smallest layer."
"I didn't see the small one," Dalton said plaintively. He looked at Robin. "I'm really, really sorry, Robin. But I won't mess up anything else, I promise! Don't let her kill me…"
"I think messing things up and getting in trouble is part of your nature, Dalton." Syl crossed her arms as she stared at Dalton. "You can't exactly promise not to be yourself."
Alec and Krit, who had just arrived to investigate the screaming, were hanging around near the porch, watching the festivities as they unfolded but not getting involved in the situations. It was much, much too dangerous with the females acting the way they were.
"Damn, but they're sexy when they're mad," Alec whispered to Krit.
Krit chuckled and whispered back. "Yeah, as long as they're not mad at you."
Alec nodded. "I don't really envy Dalton at the moment."
Overhearing their conversation, Logan shook his head and leaned against the railing. "Non-interference is definitely the best policy with situations like these."
Dalton looked pretty helpless at the moment. He was surrounded by people who were annoyed with him, and he didn't really have anything to offer in exchange for his life.
"Well, we can't kill Dalton," Robin said, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. She would be enraged too if he had been messing up the cake she'd been working on, but since it wasn't, she couldn't help but find the situation a little funny. Especially now that she knew Sidda could still get the cake done on time. "But I suppose we should still punish him in some sort of way."
"I think we should punish him by killing him," Sidda said, her eyes sparkling with anger. Max looked slightly alarmed at Sidda's suggestion, and Robin couldn't help but giggle.
"Ok, assuming that's not an option… do you want him as a kitchen slave?" That seemed like an appropriate punishment.
"So he can mess things up more?" Syl asked in disbelief. If Dalton was a moron enough to think that a beautifully-decorated cake was meant for immediate consumption, who knew what other mistakes he might make in the kitchen. Syl didn't trust hungry teenagers in there.
"Suuuuure," Sidda said in response to Robin, ignoring Syl's comment. "I'd just loooove to have him in the kitchen with me. Me and my sharp knives." Sidda could make some accidents of her own happen…
"Um, Robin, anything else I could do?" Dalton said. He tried to move behind Gem and away from Sidda, but Gem wasn't letting him get away that easily; she caught at his coat again and shoved him back in front of her. She thought he needed to sweat it out a bit more
Dalton glanced at Seth. "I was being helpful with the guys, wasn't I, Seth? I was helping put the tent up and the tables and chairs and all that stuff…."
"Yeah, but then you went and crossed the women," Seth said. He shook his head gravely. "That's a harsh offense. Especially lately, it seems."
Robin glanced at Sidda and then smiled. "You can go back to helping the guys, Dalton. But I suggest you stick with them from now I, because I'm not going to promise that Gem or Syl or Sidda won't come after you if you go off alone."
Sidda's grin was dangerous. "Hear that, Dalton? Go off alone, and you're mine. No repercussions."
"Though I would like him intact for the wedding," Robin said reprovingly. She was afraid of what Sidda would do if she didn't warn her against total revenge.
"You're so picky," Sidda muttered.
"Don't worry, Sidda, I'll see that he gets properly punished as well," Gem said, crossing her arms. "Because now that I think about it, I don't know if I have anyone lined up to do dinner back at Terminal City tomorrow night. Maybe I'll send Dalton back. He'll have to miss the party, of course…"
"Gem!" Dalton's eyes were wide. "Gem, you can't do that! It was a mistake!" He was getting annoyed now; dinner at the same table as Anica was on the line here. "Plus, you can't make me go back anyways. I'm my own boss."
"Oh, really?" Gem lifted an eyebrow. "Well, I guess that means you'll be making all your own meals from now on."
"You guys are so unfair," Dalton said angrily. "I didn't even eat the whole cake piece! I got full!"
"Oh, you got full, did you?" Sidda stalked a few steps towards him again. "Maybe that's because it was meant for more than one person!"
"You might as well have eaten the whole piece if you were so determined to get Sidda angry at you," Syl added. "It's not like she can use half a cake layer."
"Exactly," Sidda said.
"I didn't mean for anyone to get angry," Dalton said, "Come on, this sucks, it was an accident!"
"He has a point there," Seth said, trying to a voice of reason against the women's desire to torture the poor kid.
"He's going to have a point in his gut," Sidda growled.
Alec rolled his eyes and walked over to her, carefully avoiding the knives. "You don't want to kill him, Sidda. It'd be nasty."
"I've killed worse than him," she said, waving a knife at Dalton.
"I think I have a solution here," Max said, stepping forward and smiling viciously at Dalton.
Eventually, proper punishment was found, although Sidda was still favoring the bloodier approach. Dalton was going to have to wash all the dishes after the wedding dinner without help. There was a bit of grumbling on Dalton's part, but after a few more threats from the maid of honor, the bride and the bridesmaid, he agreed that it was a good, happy punishment that he would perform without any whining.
"Here's a lesson," Seth said after the women had disappeared into the house again, shutting the door against the men.
Dalton looked up at Seth with a puppy-dog expression, and Logan clapped him across the shoulders. "Don't touch anything at all when there's a wedding going on."
"And don't piss girls off," Alec said.
"Especially the blond ones," Krit added.
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The next day was wonderfully sunny and pleasantly warm. Everyone who could get away from T.C. for the event was there, sitting intermingled on the two sides of the makeshift aisle in whatever good clothes they had been able to scrounge up. The chairs were mismatched, but no one could really tell since Robin had had them all covered with white cloths. All stolen, of course.
White and blue-gray flowers were spread out in tasteful arrangements around the yard where the wedding was taking place. There was even an arch for Seth and Robin to stand over; it had been decorated with sprays of flowers. The whole site was elegant and beautiful, perfect for the occasion.
Seth stood at the front of the church, his hands clasped together. Beside him, the preacher that they had enlisted from the local community was flipping through his Bible, an easy-going expression on his face. They had thought that they were going to have to hire someone or use an army-provided chaplain, but this guy had been available, and after letting him know that someone from Psy-Ops would erase his memory about the location of the farm, he had come willingly, even eagerly. He glanced over his glasses at Seth.
"There's nothing to be nervous about," he said.
Seth glanced at him and then turned his gaze back to the aisle. "I'm not nervous."
The preacher smiled and closed the Bible. "You're getting married and you're not nervous? They certainly made you well, then." He patted the Bible and held it down by his side. "I've seen your bride. You certainly are a lucky man."
A smile darted across Seth's face. "I know."
The preacher laughed. "Good. Because you're about to enter a very interesting time in your life."
Seth turned toward the preacher. "And how's that?"
"You're about to make vows that are for an eternity," the preacher said, "Ones that can't be easily broken. This isn't some frivolous ceremony, you know that, correct?"
"Yes," Seth said with certainty, "But it's going to be like it was before…"
"And even more," the preacher said. "I hope you're in love with this woman. After this ceremony, you're going to hers and she'll be yours."
Seth let out a sigh and relaxed. "That's already how it is for us."
The preacher nodded as the music started, provided by a small band of musically-talented transgenics. "I'm glad to hear it."
Alec slid up beside Seth, smirking at the other transgenic who was questioning him with his eyes. "Everything's cool," Alec said, "Robin ran away, but Max and Sidda tackled her before she could get very far. Just don't stare at her black eye or the hole in her dress."
"You're hilarious."
Alec grinned and opened his hand, revealing a pair of soft, golden rings. "I told you they caught her."
Seth picked them up and put them in his own pocket, laughing at his best man's stupid jokes. Like Robin would ever endanger her wedding dress.
The procession started, Gem and Dalton leading the way. Gem was gorgeous, and the kid actually managed to look older in his black suit with his blue-gray tie that matched the bridesmaid dresses. It had already been pretty much decided that these outfits would be used whenever someone wanted to get married. Well, all of the outfits except for Robin's wedding dress. No one wanted to ask her to give it up, not with how much she had fretted and worried over it.
After Gem and Dalton took their places, Krit and Syl walked slowly down the aisle, Syl leaning heavily on Krit and taking very careful steps. Syl was not teetering around, but she was pausing between every couple steps. Krit looked up Seth with an apologetic smile, and Seth shrugged. At least Syl had not completely discarded the nice shoes Robin had stolen for her.
Max and Logan made quite a sight as they appeared and came down the aisle, their arms linked. Both were striking and comfortable in their wedding attire, and the smile Max was wearing made everyone calmer. When Max was happy, everyone else could be happy too.
The next one down the aisle was Sidda with Taylor in her arms. Robin and Seth's baby girl was decked out in a fluffy blue dress that matched the color of the bridesmaids and made her look like a little princess, complete with a tiara of tiny white flowers. Instead of throwing the flowers, she clung to Sidda and held a fistful of rose petals in her hand, attempting to eat them while Sidda tried to stop her.
About halfway down the aisle, Taylor dropped the rose petals and grabbed for Sidda's hair instead. Luckily, Sidda's hair was short and pulled back with white clips, but she had to resituate to keep her hold on Taylor. She tossed the bouquet she was carrying to Alec, who made a face and put them behind his back. She took her place and winked at Seth before they both looked at the end of the aisle again.
"If everyone would stand," the preacher said, motioning with his hands to rise. The transgenics rose as one and turned to face the aisle.
Robin was a vision in white as she appeared from the house, her arm lightly resting on Joshua's. The tall transhuman was beaming, completely happy with his role as the bride's escort. They walked across the yard and then started down the aisle, the music switching from a processional to a song Robin had picked out for this moment. It was gentle and soft, more like her and Seth's relationship than the previous song. Robin loved this song and she knew that Seth did too.
She smiled to herself and held her bouquet of flowers tighter. It was white with a few blue flowers stuck in there. Her pure white dress was classily decorated with a few flower designs that were reminiscent of the flowers she was holding in her hands. Everything about her was flowing and beautiful, like something Seth had dreamed instead of reality.
Robin glided across the grass, each step graceful and measured. Joshua did not hunch as he led her down the aisle, and he tried to keep a serious expression on his face. Robin peeked up at him and squeezed his hand before looking forward again. Her heart pounded against her chest as she looked at Seth. He was her mate and now he was going to be her husband; she had to be the luckiest woman in Terminal City, probably in all of Seattle. Who could be better than Seth?
As they approached the archway, the preacher smiled and looked at Joshua. "And who gives this woman in marriage?"
Joshua grinned and raised his hand. "I do!"
There was a whisper of good-natured laughter at Joshua's excitement. When the preacher nodded, Joshua hugged Robin and took his seat while she went to stand in front of Seth, handing her flowers back to Sidda. Seth automatically took Robin's hands in his and squeezed them, transferring some of his calm to her.
Everyone seemed to disappear, and it was just the two of them standing there, looking at each other. The preacher started the ceremony, saying words that neither of them listened to as they just watched each other, ridiculously happy just to be there.
They reached the vows, and there was silence as they repeated them to each other, everyone listening to what they were saying.
Seth did not take his eyes off of Robin for a second as he said his vows to her, his eyes resting on hers with contentment.
"I, Seth, take you, Robin, to be my wedded wife. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness or in health, to love and to cherish 'till death do us part. And hereto I pledge you my faithfulness and love."
Robin grinned and repeated after the preacher even though she had memorized all the words long ago.
"I, Robin, take you, Seth, to be my wedded husband. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness or in health, to love and to cherish 'till death do us part. And hereto I pledge you my faithfulness and love."
Seth rubbed his thumbs across the backs of Robin's hands as the preacher asked for the rings. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the two golden bands. He gave Robin the one for him but kept hers in his hand.
"These rings symbolize a never-ending bond between you," the preacher said, "Every time you see this ring, you will think of each other and your love." The preacher smiled at the two of them. "But it's okay if you lose the rings down the drain or something, you'll still have your love."
Seth laughed, but Robin gave the preacher a brief deadly look. The preacher cleared his throat and continued quickly. They exchanged rings, Robin putting Seth's onto his hand before he slipped hers onto her ring finger, holding her hand lightly in his.
When the rings had been exchanged, the preacher had them turn around toward the crowd. They released one hand and turned toward the crowd, but they kept their eyes on each other, unable to look away. "And now," the preacher said, "I can proudly pronounce to you as husband and wife!"
Everyone burst into cheers and whistled as Seth grabbed Robin and pulled her into his arms, one hand wrapping around her waist as the other went behind her neck. She clasped both hands behind his neck as he smiled at her. They paused there for a second, just reveling in the moment, before Syl let out a shout.
"KISS ALREADY!"
They laughed and then kissed, their lips meeting for a kiss that could have lasted for 7.42 minutes since they could both hold their breath that long. It was a long kiss, but not that long or the crowd would have never let them forget it. When they broke apart, both were grinning and Robin started laughing, a few happy tears escaping her eyes. Music started playing again and Seth led her down the aisle, eventually picking her up and carrying her the rest of the way.
"Dinner at the tents!" Alec shouted, and there was a wild rush to get out of the seats and to the tents.