*Fleur giggles.*

Non, you are not.

*She leans close on her tip toes so her mouth is against the host's ear.*

Help me marry my handsome husband on your big fake tower tonight. It will be good for your spiritual health!

*And she frog hops the man back into his office for the paper work with her free hand and Bill in tow. There is much giggling.*

Thiz iz very easy! 'oo can complain about wedding planning? Now, where do we change?