Summary: (BM/WW Wedding-fic) When Batman finally gathers the courage to ask Wonder Woman to marry him, the Dark Knight gets more than he bargained for when the entire League decided to pitch in and help plan their impending nuptials – contains fluff, random humour, a temperamental Amazon princess, drunken bachelor-party escapades, and various attempts on Superman's life!

A/N: Is it a dream? Is it an illusion? Has a black hole somehow swallowed you up and magically transported you to an alternate universe/timeline/dimension? No, it's MEEEEE! I'm ALIVE! I'm so, so sorry for the late update! Omigosh, I always knew college was hard, but who knew it was so… so… well, scary? Pray for my sanity my faithful readers and dear friends, for I just might lose (or may already have lost) it amongst a mountain of History assignments and French dialogues!

Now, with that over and done with, read on please!

[CHAPTER EDITED] [2013/03/25] – Thanks to my new Beta-Reader, R-Dude, for pointing out 'Barbra' is actually 'Barbara' – I have fixed all that in the previous chapters as well, so hopefully, it's all good.

Disclaimer: Im'ma gonna say no… so, no…

Bridezillas & Kryptonite

05.
~Chapter Five~
Those Random Little Conversations

It was well past midnight when the last of the partygoers finally left the Manor and went home. Walking Clark out to the front door, Bruce smirked as the Man of Steel dealt with a very drunk Lois Lane.

"You know what we should totally pick up on the way home?" Lois slurred, clinging onto Clark's neck. "Pancakes – I could seriously go for some blueberry pancakes right now."

Clark looked down at his girlfriend exasperatedly as he had to hold her up from falling down. "Lois, it's late, why don't we get some pancakes tomorrow?" he tried. "Or I'll even make them myself."

Lois pouted. "Aww… okay… Maybe that's good, cuz if I made 'em, I'd probably burn the house downnnn…"

Clark then turned to an amused Bruce. "I knew I shouldn't have let her have that last glass of wine…"

Or the three glasses and two shot glasses of brandy before that either, Bruce mentally chided but kept his mouth shut. "At least she's in a better state than Queen." He amended.

Clark visibly shuddered. "Sometimes, when I see what people get up to when they are in that state, I think it's a good thing I can't get drunk…"

Bruce sniggered. "True…" he allowed, internally cringing at the thought of the damage a drunken Kryptonian could wreak on his house. "Is she going to be alright?"

Clark nodded. "I am going to have to deal with her hangover in the morning but yeah, she'll be fine. I should get going I need to get her to bed."

"Now you're talkin' Smallville." Lois giggled.

Clark's face flushed a slight pink. "So that you can sleep, we have work in the morning."

Lois frowned. "Boo…"

Clark sighed. "Tomorrow isn't going to be fun." He said and swept Lois off her feet so that he could carry her bridal-style.

Lois squealed in a girly, very un-Lois-like fashion. "Again, again!" she said and snuggled up against him, putting her head against his chest.

Clark's face softened. "Lois, you're tired." He said gently.

She grumbled a half-hearted protest as he eyes suddenly started fluttering closed.

"Sleep – I'll get us home safely, okay?" Clark said.

"Okay…" she and closed her eyes. She was asleep almost instantly.

Clark looked down at her and lightly brushed his lips against her forehead before looking back at Bruce. "I better go, but I'll see you tomorrow?"

Bruce nodded. "Goodnight, Clark."

"Goodnight, Bruce." He said with a brief smile and flew off.

Bruce watched him off until Clark until he disappeared behind the clouds and shook his head before walking back into the manor.

A few minutes later, after he had gone up to his study and accessed the Batcave through the entrance behind the grandfather clock, Bruce absentmindedly walked down the stone steps, thinking back on party with a slight smile.

All in all, it was a pleasant night, memorable – not quite the 'normal' engagement party most people would envision for themselves, but then again, most people didn't quite have the friends Bruce did.

But then, there was a downside to the evening. After the whole episode with Clark on the porch (which Dick had so thoughtfully recorded on his phone for future prosperity), Bruce escaped into the crowd and found Jim Gordon, the Commissioner apparently wanted to talk to him about something serious.

Bruce's smile faded as he thought back on that particular conversation and sat down in front of the Batcomputer, easily hacking into the GCPD's files and retrieved the information about the case Jim had mentioned.

Quickly scanning the reports, Bruce's mouth pulled in a fine, downwards line, looking up at the screen darkly. Over the last month alone, over six mysterious deaths had been reported, the cause of death of all the victims being a heart-attack which finally lead to their heart giving out, which was strange as all of them were reported to be perfectly healthy merely 24 hours previously.

One thing that did stick out however, was the fact that all the victims seemed to have exhibited disturbing signs of extreme paranoia, hallucinations and hyper-anxiety prior to their deaths.

Up to that point, the police had only acquired a single blood sample from one of the victims – as far as Bruce could see, whatever killed them was a modified version of the Scarecrow's fear gas that must have been either been inhaled or consumed at some point.

Regarding suspects… there were none, yet. The Scarecrow was still in Arkham, and so far none of the victims had any ties to Gotham's underground… actually, there were no ties, no similarities whatsoever between them, and most frustrating of all, no physical evidence that could help.

Sitting back, Bruce sighed before something metallic caught the corner of his eye.

Straightening up, he saw that it was a silver CD case wrapped with a sloppy red bow. When he picked it up, a note fell to the ground.

Retrieving it, he recognized the handwriting and smiled at the message.

Bruce & Diana –
To show you just how happy we are for you two, we put it all on video.
Enjoy
- TD (& RG)

Realizing this was the early wedding gift Tim had mentioned earlier, Bruce contemplated watching it but paused before his fingers could lift the cover. No, he wouldn't watch it now, he would wait until the time was right, not when he was in the Cave worrying about heart-attacks and gathering evidence.

Slipping the CD case under a small heap of paperwork and folders, he turned around in his chair when he heard footsteps coming from the staircase, smiling when he saw Diana descending into the Cave.

"Bruce?" she asked, pausing at the bottom step.

"What are you still doing up?" Bruce asked, turning off the screen before standing up.

"I was just showing Donna to the guest bedroom," she said, walking up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "She says thank you for letting her stay the night." She added.

Bruce automatically reacted by putting his own arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him. "It was my pleasure. Alfred is always telling me this house is too empty anyway."

"It seemed pretty full tonight though," Diana noted happily. "On a related note, I think tonight was a success. Everyone looked like they were having fun."

"Some more than others apparently," Bruce quipped dryly.

"Speaking of which, how is Lois?"

He smirked. "Let's just say I wouldn't want to be Clark in the morning."

Diana stifled a laugh. "Poor Kal…"

Still smiling at him, Diana then kissed him.

Bruce returned the gesture willingly enough, but looked at her curiously when she broke away. "Not that I'm complaining," he said, his voice a tad huskier, "but what was that for?"

"No reason…"

"So then, I'm left to assume you enjoyed yourself this evening as well?"

"Mmm… you would assume correctly." She said matter-of-factly. "I don't think I've ever danced so much in my entire life – you outdid yourself tonight, Mr Wayne."

"I aim to please. I'm just glad I had a partner who could keep up."

Apparently pleased by this, Diana then turned her head as she put her hand over his mouth and yawned.

"…But, it's been a long day…" he murmured. "You should get to bed, Princess."

Unhooking her arms from his neck, she took his hand and stepped back. "Only if you come with me,"

"Diana…"

"It's getting late, come to bed with me, please?"

Bruce opened his mouth to protest but seeing the look on Diana's face he quickly dismissed the thought and nodded, letting his princess to lead him back up the stone staircase, his worries about fear gas and murder suspects temporarily forgotten.

The Next Morning

It was starting to get light outside when Dick had finally done packing. Briefly scanning his bedroom for anything he might have left behind, he then zipped his duffle bag closed before turning around when he heard a knock at his door.

"I hope I'm not interrupting?" Bruce asked, standing at the door, looking into the room hesitantly. Although Alfred made a point of keeping the Manor as meticulous as possible, Dick's room had virtually stayed the same over the years – his posters were still on the walls, his bed was still only just half made and various magazines, candy wrappers and old high school textbooks were still laying sprawled across the floor.

Dick straightened up, bag in hand. "Nope, I just finished packing." He said, turning to face Bruce.

"Did you get everything?"

Dick nodded. "I guess, but if I overlooked anything I could always just come back and get it, Gotham and Blüdhaven isn't that far apart and it's not like I'm not coming back anyway."

Bruce seemed to perk up a little at this. "You are?" he asked slowly.

Dick shrugged. "Sure, I'll drop in if it gets too quite over at my end, you know, check up on how you and Tim and everyone else are doing." he said as a mischievous smirk worked its way over his face. "And there's still your bachelor's party, remember? There's no way I'm missing that."

Bruce gave him a dry look. "I wouldn't get my hopes up about that one, Dick. Somehow I doubt my best man is going to go overboard with anything."

"I don't know, Bruce, Clark might just surprise you." he said with a grin as he slung his bag over his shoulders. "Anyway, what's up? You look like you've got something on your mind."

Bruce smiled. "Actually, I'm just here to thank you."

This caught Dick by surprise. "Oh… you mean for the party? It was nothing."

"No, not just that, I'm grateful for the past two weeks too, it was… nice having you around here again." Saying that, Dick noticed Bruce struggled finding the right words.

He grinned. "Aw, is that your way of saying you missed me, Bruce?" he teased lightly. When Bruce didn't respond, Dick just chuckled lightly. "Don't worry, Dad, I missed you too."

"…You're not going to hug me too now are you?" Bruce asked sceptically.

"Nope, I'll leave that stuff to Clark." He countered slyly, making Bruce glare at him. Dick however was unfazed. "Now c'mon old man, walk me downstairs."

When they got to the front lobby, Alfred and Tim were waiting for them at the door, the butler holding a brown paper bag in his hands.

"For your journey," Alfred said, handing him the bag. "Since you declined on staying for breakfast, I took the liberty of putting together some sandwiches."

Dick eagerly looked inside and then back at the old man, "Turkey, lettuce and mozzarella on rye with mustard?"

"I remember it was your favourite."

"No crusts?" Dick queried.

"None whatsoever," Alfred nodded almost solemnly.

Another grin split open over Dick's face. "Have I ever told you how awesome you are, Alfred?"

"Several times, Master Richard, but that does not mean you should stop pointing it out." Alfred said matter-of-factly.

Dick laughed again before smiling at everyone. "I suppose I better get going. Bruce, tell Diana goodbye for me, will you?"

Bruce nodded. "Drive carefully." He said half-sternly, giving Dick the fatherly version of the Batglare.

"Relax, it's me." Judging by Bruce's reaction, saying that obviously didn't put his mind at ease.

Alfred chuckled at the exchanged between the two of them. "Goodbye, Master Richard." He said cordially.

"Goodbye, Alfred," Dick said, putting down the bags and embraced the butler – Alfred, caught off guard by this at first, patiently endured this open show of affection and gave the younger man a friendly pat on the back in return.

When it was Tim's turn, Dick practically grabbed his younger brother and enveloped him in a bear-hug much to the teenager's embarrassment. "Dick!" he protested incredulously, squirming, unsuccessfully trying to break out of his iron grip.

Dick laughed before finally letting go of Tim and ruffled his hair playfully. "See you around, Timmy."

Giving Bruce a final nod and brief parting grin, Dick retrieved the bag at his feet, turned around and walked out of the front door.

His bike was standing out in the driveway, key already in the ignition while his helmet dangled from the left handlebar. Climbing on, shifting his bags so that they were firmly lodged between his back, Dick then fished out his phone from his jacket's side pocket.

Checking his messages, he was slightly disappointed to see that Barbara had yet to respond to any of the three emails he sent her the previous night and frowned as he slipped his phone back.

Dick then reached out to take his helmet he also reached over to turn the key. When his bike came to life with a loud roar, he put on his helmet and with his body leaned forward and finally gripped at the accelerator, speeding off down the still-dark driveway and out of the gates.

A Week Later…

Diana felt herself getting tired of all the smiling, both the superficial ones she had been receiving the entire night and the fake one she had to wear when dealing with the press or Bruce's public 'friends'.

She didn't want to come in the first place, really, she didn't, but after some sweet talking and the reassurance that they wouldn't stay longer than what was expected, three hours later, Diana was standing in the middle of a crowded, ostentatiously decorated ballroom at some ridiculously expensive hotel, forcing small talk with Gotham's rich and famous.

So, it was safe to say the Amazon was not a happy camper.

Honestly, in her mind, these people were greedy and shallow, sly and mean to anyone who didn't agree to what they were saying. Though she understood why it was necessary to keep up appearance, compared to the party held at the manor the previous week, Diana was seriously considering inventing some sort of immediate emergency just to get out of mingling with two-faced socialites.

And to make it worse, she had gotten separated from Bruce during the night when several extra-glossy wannabe-starlets sunk their claws into and forcibly dragged him away to get their picture taken. Naturally this meant Diana was left to deal with overly-enthusiastic men and their jealous dates bombarding her with congratulations and uncomfortable questions;

"Does Superman approve? Is it true that you two were together?"

"How long have you known each other intimately?"

"Are you pregnant?"

The last one came to Diana as particularly shocking and what was even more disturbing was the fact that she'd been asked that same question multiple times during the evening. Was that really what people thought? It took all of her self-control not to punch the first person to ask out and calmly just walk away before she did something she would probably (but most likely not) regret later.

Luckily, Bruce must have spotted her annoyance from across the room because the next thing Diana knew, she felt someone's warm hand enfolding over hers and when she looked up, the first genuine smile for that evening broke over her face.

With a slight nudge of the hand and a tilt of the head towards the door, the message was clear and Diana happily let Bruce lead her out of the ballroom and into a vacant hallway. Once there and positive that nobody had seen them slip away, Diana let out a sigh of relief and leaned back against a wall. When she looked up, she saw Bruce smirking at her, his blue eyes alight for some reason.

"Is there a reason why you're smiling like that, Mr Wayne?" she asked.

"Am I not allowed to smile at my fiancé?" he asked, feigning innocence.

"Not without reason." She countered dryly.

With that, Bruce's eyes seemed to darken in a way that made Diana's breath catch in her throat, and when he took a step closer, she took one back until she was right up against the wall.

Dear sweet Aphrodite… she thought to herself, feeling a comfortable heat flooding her face – how on earth did he do that? Her heart rate seemed louder and she was aware that their bodies were mere inches from touching.

He wasn't that much taller than she was but it felt like he towered over her. "I was just thinking to myself," he said, leaning with his head down slightly. "I haven't snuck out with anybody in years. It was usually the most interesting part of these types of things."

"Is that so?" she said. "And what exactly would you do… after you've snuck out?" when she said that, she was staring at his lips.

"It would have depended on the girl I was with,"

At the mention of this, annoyance stirred within Diana as she thought about the women who had been throwing themselves at him the entire night. The image of a younger Bruce kissing (and goodness only knows what else) with one of them caused the strangest feeling to suddenly bubble up inside of her.

Then, without warning, Diana grabbed a handful of his dress-shirt and pulled him towards him, closing the distance between them when lips crashed against each other as she kissed him passionately.

Bruce was only momentarily caught off-guard by this and responded with equal enthusiasm.

"What if somebody comes out and sees this?" she asked when they pulled back and some basic ability for thought had returned. When Bruce started planting kisses down her jawline and neck, and his hands started roaming over her body, however, the question all too quickly slipped from her mind.

She felt him smiling against her skin. "Let them." He murmured.

The better part of Diana's brain knew they were acting like two teenagers but at the same time she just didn't care. Say what you will, kissing Bruce was unlike anything she'd ever experienced and was a great way to relieve frustration.

When Diana pulled away again, she cleared her throat lightly. "I'd say we've stayed long enough," she said, her voice breathier than she intended.

Bruce nodded. "I'll call Alfred to bring the car around."

"I'll join you in a few minutes," she said. "I need to… freshen up." 'Freshen up' in this context meaning that she needed to sort out her hair (which was standing up after… well, yeah), fix the smudged mess that was her lipstick… and possibly splash some cold water over her face for good measure.

"Why? You look great." Bruce said, grinning wolfishly.

"Yes, but heaven forbid I leave here looking like, what do you call it– a hot-mess?" Diana said with an amused smile as she half-heartedly attempted to detangle herself from him. "I won't be long."

Bruce chuckled as he took her hand and brought it to his lips. "Alright," he said and kissed her knuckles before stepping back.

It took several moments for Diana to gather up her scrambled thoughts as she watched him walk away. When she did, she straightened up and smoothed over her crinkled dress, and with all the dignity of the Amazon-Warrior-Princess she was, walked to the ladies restroom while subconsciously willing her feet not to leave the ground.

Some few minutes later, after Diana had fixed what needed to be fixed (and was pretty sure her make-up no longer resembled that of the Joker), she exited the ladies restroom humming to herself until she came around a corner and saw two women talking to each other rather loudly.

"How long do you think this marriage is going to last?" the first of the woman, a tall, gangly brunette asked with a nasal voice.

Temporarily startled, Diana blinked as neither woman seemed to notice her yet. The second woman, a shorter, plumper blond, then crossed her arms over her chest and snorted in an unladylike fashion. "As if that'll ever happen." She sneered.

"What do you mean?"

"Please… I've seen Wayne's type before. He'll get bored at some time or another and that'll be the end of it."

"I don't know…" the first woman said uncertainly. "All the papers make it sound pretty serious. I mean, if it weren't, why would Wayne have made such a fool of himself in front of the cameras?"

"All an act – I heard rumours this whole engagement is just a scam to get more attention."

"If that's so, what about Wonder Woman?" the other woman insisted. "She's so… pro-feminist. I doubt she'd stand for that."

"Who knows? Maybe she's in on it too – you could do a lot worse than Wayne. If I were her, I'd be enjoying living the high life as long as what I can."

The first woman raised her brow. "Isn't that… cold?"

The second woman barely seemed to care. "Hardly – but, really, if it was as serious as everyone is making it out to be, they would have had this whole entire wedding would have been organized already. I hear they haven't even settled a date yet."

"That… is rather suspicious." The second woman admitted, the two of them walked on, still completely unaware that Diana had heard the entire exchange.

Eventually, after their voices had completely faded, she finally stirred from her semi-frozen state.

As Diana slowly made her way outside to the front of the hotel where Bruce and Alfred were waiting for her in the car, the conversation she had just overheard replaying in her mind all the way until there.

When she climbed inside, Diana sat back against her seat and was only vaguely aware that somebody was talking to her but didn't respond. It was only when she felt Bruce's hand being laid over hers that she turned her head and saw him looking at her – he didn't say anything, but his brows were knitted together and his mouth set into a concerned frown.

"Miss Diana?"

She blinked twice before she remembered Alfred was in the car as well. Sitting up a little straighter, she made an attempt for a half-smile.

"I'm… fine, Alfred." She said.

Bruce scowled as Alfred merely looked unconvinced and started the car.

Feeling Bruce's grip tighten over her hand, she looked back at him.

"What's really bothering you?" he said in a low tone.

Diana considered making up some half-baked excuse, but stood no chance when her sea blue eyes met Bruce's intense midnight blue ones. "I… I didn't mean to, but… I overheard some women talking." She admitted.

"And…?" Bruce asked slowly, regarding her wearily.

"And I," Diana said and paused, "I'm not quite sure what to make of what they said."

"What exactly did they say?"

"In short, they accused you of being a spoiled womanizer and me of being a… a common gold-digger." Just saying the last word left a bitter taste in her mouth. But, still, why? She was stronger than that – why was she letting gossip get to her?

Understanding lit Bruce's eyes. "Diana…"

She looked away in embarrassment. "I know… I shouldn't bother what complete strangers say… but I… I don't know. The way they talked about you… I would have hung them up on the tallest skyscraper in this city on the backs of their expensive dresses if I wasn't so stunned."

There was a small twitch at the corners of Bruce's mouth. "I believe you would," he said before sighing. "But, if I'm right, which I think I am, that wasn't the only thing they said, was it?"

Diana bit her bottom lip as it started quivering. "No… they… they also said that the reason you proposed to me was all just a bid to draw more attention to yourself. That… you would move on once you've… you've lost interest in me."

She heard an almost inaudible growl coming from Bruce and out of the corner of her eye she saw a rare bout of anger flicker across his usually stoic expression. "What?" he hissed lowly.

"It all comes from rumour, apparently."

All of a sudden, Bruce's face paled. "You… you don't believe them, do you?" he asked slowly, the horror very obvious in his eyes.

"Of course not," Diana said, frowning. "I have never lied when I said I love you. And I believe you when you say you love me. It just bothers me that so many people think that this engagement is based on ulterior motives. I know we haven't discussed any wedding plans yet but is that really an excuse to gossip for no reason?"

Bruce's stiff posture visibly relaxed and his shoulders became less rigid. "Does that bother you? That we haven't really had any real conversations about that?" he asked after a brief pause.

Diana shook her head. "No. Right now is supposed to be the happiest time in our lives. I want to enjoy this as much as I can before we start worrying over caterers and flowers and seating-arrangements. And, to be honest, even if we were to begin planning tomorrow, I would have no idea where, or even how to start."

Bruce was quite for a few moments as he considered this before it looked like he was struck with an idea. "Maybe there's something we can do about that." He said.

Diana looked at him curiously. "Bruce?"

Retrieving his phone from his side pocket, he swiftly punched in a string of numbers before holding it up to his ear. There was another brief pause before the person he was calling must have picked up. "Elizabeth?" he answered.

Diana stared in surprise – Elizabeth was his secretary, she was a short but formidable woman in her late forties, she was beyond capable and one of the few people who was not intimidated by Bruce at all (and, if ever under the right circumstances, Diana was pretty sure she wouldn't be scared of Batman either).

"Yes, it's me. I'm sorry for calling so late but I need a favour." He said and listened. "Yes… yes, I know your office hours are strictly nine to five, but I promise this is strictly non-business. I need a favour. Do you know that wedding planner you talked about a few weeks ago? Yes, that one. Could you please call him arrange an appointment? When? Maybe now if that's possible,"

There was a short burst of silence before a loud sigh was audible on the other side of the line and a broad grin broke over Bruce's face.

"Yes, I know I owe you a raise… You'll let me know if you hear something, won't you? Uh-huh… okay, thank you, Elizabeth."

"…A wedding planner?" Diana asked when Bruce ended his call.

"I don't know anything about weddings either," he said simply. "We might as well get a professional opinion. Are you okay with that?"

"It couldn't hurt, I suppose." She said reasonably.

"It'll one less thing to worry about at least."

She squeezed his hand. "Thank you." She smiled.

"Like you said, we're supposed to be enjoying this time. Let somebody else worry about seating charts." He said matter-of-factly.

"We do have a lot of friends… that alone might take a while." She joked.

"It could take a year for all I care." He said before leaning over and cupped her face with his free hand, "Just as long as I still get to marry you."

The kiss that proceeded was slow and sweet, it wasn't rushed or as heated as the ones they shared in the hallway but it was still enough to drive all the remaining doubts far away and out of her mind and stirred the butterflies in her chest.

Meanwhile, having seen the entire episode in the rear-view mirror, Alfred smiled to himself as he turned his attention back to the road in front.

Christian:
"We should be lovers, and that's a fact."
Satine:
"Though nothing, will keep us together."
Christian:
"We could steal time..."
Both:
"Just for one day. We could be heroes, for ever and ever.
We could be heroes, for ever and ever. We could be heroes..."
Christian:
"Just because I will always love you."
Satine:
"I…"
Both:
"Can't help loving you."
Satine:
"How Wonderful life is-"
Both:
"Now you're in the world…"
- Moulin Rouge, 'Elephant Love Medley' Lyrics

A/N: Good God… it's hard to think that all this took a month (curse me and my neurotic alter-ego). I hope this was good because there is only more fluff to come in the next chapter to come! Coming up next – Meeting Super-Planner & Bruce and Diana reflect back on how their relationship started. Also! I will be dropping a tiny bomb as well, so it's all great fun!

In Response with the previous chapter's reviews:
Ammaviel: *Takes a bow* Thank you, thank you! Glad you liked!
B1udman – No I have not, but I have seen them in the comic book places. I shall invest in one or two! Also, interesting idea about the wedding rings and I'll definitely add a line about Granny Flash's waffles in a future chapter! Thanks for reviewing! :)
Wonderwomabatmanfan: I'm sorry for the long wait! I hope you liked!
mbembet: :D And there will be more Bruce and Clark awesomeness to come. Thanks for reading!
iamQuoz: *Gasp* How did you know I wanted to do that too? *pouts* Don't worry, dude, I'm already one it! Thanks :)
Cajun Strong Man 2: I'm vastly a Barbara/Dick skipper though I don't oppose Donna/Dick as a pairing either. But for the purpose of this fic, no, Donna and Dick are only friends. And as to how Dick's going to explain everything to Barb… well *grins evilly* you'll just have to wait and see ;)
1Superman4Me: Not too often I reckon… hehehe.
LSZero: OMG, I love this idea! I'm so using it! Is it okay?
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