"Ed, if you don't stop bouncing like that, you're going to give me a boner," Roy stage whispered into his ear. Edward snorted a laugh and made a concentrated effort to stop the movement, snuggling nicely into Roy's lap instead.

"Sorry, can't help it. I'm excited."

Alphonse, across the room, made a face. "See, this kind of thing is the reason I moved out. Would it kill you to sit in your own chair, Brother?"

Ed grinned. "Quite possibly."

Throwing up his hands in defeat, Al nevertheless kept complaining. "I swear, you two are the only couple that could ever be in the honeymoon phase for this long. When are you going to start getting tired of each other?"

Head resting on Edward's shoulder, Roy hummed in thought. "I dunno, Al. What do you think, Ed?"

Edward barely contained a giggle. To be honest, his elation was starting to worry him—he was supposed to be a tough guy, for crying out loud. Oh well. "Maybe after our actual honeymoon?"

"Holy shit," Roy breathed. "I just realized we get to have one of those." Ed could actually feel the devilish grin on the man's face. "This is gonna be so much fun."

"Ugh!" Alphonse clapped his hands to his ears. "Look, if we don't get to the topic at hand, I'm leaving. Actually, I don't even know why I'm here. You wanted to get married, now planning the whole thing is your problem."

"Oh, come on, Al," Ed pouted. "I want your input. Soooo…theme. We need to think of a theme for the wedding, or else we can't really plan anything else out. So…any suggestions?"

"Rainbow," Al said immediately. For someone who was less than eager to be a part of this, he sure was quick. Edward gave him a look.

"Why rainbow?" Roy asked, sounding mildly put off. "It's so…flamboyant."

"Duh, gay pride," Alphonse answered. "And you say that like Brother sitting there bouncing all over your lap isn't flamboyant." Ed grabbed a pillow and tossed it at his brother.

"That's just rude."

"I was kidding, Brother."

Edward groaned, leaning back against Roy. "This is serious, Al."

Roy probably should have known better than to say it, especially after what Alphonse had just come up with. But he said it anyway. "Princess."

Ed turned on his lap to look at him. "Not you too! Come on, don't joke around!"

Grinning sheepishly, Roy tightened his hold on the blonde's waist. "Sorry. It just seems like a typical wedding theme, you know? It just kind of came out." Should he chance it? Roy continued the thought. "Plus, the thought of you in a ball gown is way too perfect to pass up."

That was the real issue, of course. Roy didn't honestly mind what theme they had, as long as Ed was happy. But he was still rooting for the boy in a dress. Something inside him just couldn't get rid of that…delightful mental picture.

Edward slapped him on the arm. "You're ridiculous! Please, can we take this seriously?"

"Sorry, sorry," Roy said again, turning to kiss Ed on the cheek. "Won't happen again."

Satisfied, Edward turned himself back so that he was facing Alphonse, who was just getting over a fit of giggles from Roy's suggestion. This was absurd. It shouldn't be this hard to pick a theme. Ed almost groaned aloud at the thought of having to deal with specific decorations.

"How about doing a season?" Al managed after a heartbeat.

Hmm. That wasn't a bad idea. "See, that's a good one. Hmm, I'm not much for fall—I mean, I like the season, but I'm not sure about all those earthy colors."

Alphonse's remaining chuckles disappeared as he stared at Ed, expressionless. "I can't believe those words just came out of your mouth. I think I'm going to have to start referring to you as 'Sister.'"

Scowling, Edward leaned sideways to grab another pillow, and chucked it at his brother. "Don't be so sexist, Al! Just because I'm a guy doesn't mean I can't care about color schemes!"

"Okay, okay, jeez, a bridezilla already…"

Ed just stared at Al for a moment, having run out of things to throw. "If you make one more crack about my gender I swear I will sneak into your apartment and fuck Roy on your table."

"Sounds good to me," the man in question whispered in his ear as Alphonse recoiled.

"Yeah, you're good, Brother." Al shook his head, as though trying to get the thought out. "No more questions."

Grinning victoriously, Edward went back to the idea of seasons. "Good. Okay, so fall's out."

"So is summer," Roy put in. "Tuxedo's are way too hot as it is. Even with an indoor wedding, I'd have to start stripping."

"And that would be a bad thing?" Ed murmured, a Cheshire grin growing on his face.

"Brother!" Alphonse warned. "Don't do this to me. I'm trying to retain as much innocence as possible."

"Yeah right," Edward snorted. Still, he stopped that train of thought. "Really, the only season that would be great would be winter, aside from the cold and all. But it's already July and there's no way we could put together a wedding by winter. We'd have to wait a whole year and then some…I don't think I want to do that, even if the ice and snow would be a great atmosphere…" Edward debated for a moment longer, chewing on his lip, and shook his head. "No, nothing seasonal."

The room was surprisingly silent as everyone thought, Ed fidgeting lightly on Roy's lap as he thought. The movement earned him a warning prod in the side. Oops.

"Oh!" he suddenly blurted, almost jumping off of Roy's lap in his excitement. "What about stars?"

"Stars?" Al asked, incredulous. "Isn't that a little…kiddish?"

"Not if you do it right," Roy answered, thoughtful. Ed barely suppressed a laugh as he started bouncing again, unable to contain his excitement. "Not the shape so much as the night sky, you know?"

Edward nodded , squealing now. He could picture it exactly, all the glowing and shimmering centerpieces. "Yes! With the lights and everything, it'd be gorgeous."

Now even Alphonse was imagining it. "And everything else could be blue and silver to match…"

Ed couldn't resist sticking out his tongue. "And you made fun of me for worrying about colors. But you're right, that'd be perfect! Roy?"

"I like it," the man decided, pressing his face gently into Edward's neck.

Ed clapped. "That's that, then! And the time of year doesn't matter, this way, so we can choose whatever date we want."

"That was easier than I'd thought it was going to be…" Alphonse said, surprised. "Honestly, I was thinking this would be an all day event."

"Your snarkiness is getting old, Al," Edward sighed. "Don't be so jealous, 'kay?"

His brother snorted. "What, jealous of you sitting on an old pervert's lap?"

Roy twisted around so that he could glare at Alphonse. "I take offence to that."

Al laughed. "Oh, you know I think you guys work. Deep down. I'm just saying, Brother's only seventeen."

Ed waved him off. "Like that matters. My birthday's in February, so I'll be eighteen for the wedding, and that's all that's actually important."

"Besides," Roy put in, sounding just a little pouty. "I'm only thirty. It's not like I'm old enough to be his grandfather or anything, cut me some slack."

"And," Edward added, turning slightly to look at Roy. "He looks like he's twenty five at most. So realistically, it's only an eight year difference at the moment, which isn't that bad."

"I think you're math's a little off, Brother." Al's coughed reply was ignored in light of Roy's mouth pressing against Ed's neck in a little thank you. Edward, seeing Alphonse's uncomfortable glance, grinned.

"Thanks for helping with the theme, Al, but…I think you'd better go before we damage your eyes."

His brother nodded and sped out the door. Ed laughed, and shifted to meet Roy's lips.

I was doing a million things while writing this. Hence the randomness. Mostly a pointless chapter, but I kinda like it anyway, and we got a few things established, sooo...hope you enjoy ;A;