Usagi adjusted her dress. "How do I look?"
"Does it matter?"
"Rei!"
"This is her sixth, Ami. How often can we get excited?"
Mako plonked on the couch in a sea of ruffles. "Four was my limit."
Usagi and Ami glared disapprovingly.
"I'm a romantic, but come on."
"I think it's lovely." Usagi's sniff was superior.
"You think the buffet is lovely."
Minako entered and gasped. "You guys all look so beautiful! Oh, I love weddings! Marriage not so much, but weddings!"
"How long before a seventh?" Rei whispered to Mako.
"Few months I hope. These dresses are killing me."