With dinner concluded they had some time left which they spent on making as much progress as they could with regards to their upcoming wedding. Certainly there was no shortage of tasks that required their attention if they wanted it to go well.
“Transssport, thisss looksss to be the bessst choiccce.” Clemens pointed out a particularly reputable company.
“Pricey, but highly rated.” Jenny voiced her opinion. “They do look to be the best choice. So we send it over to the planners first then?”
“Ssso that they know, yesss.” Clemens replied. “Asss for the florissst…” He scanned over several tabs that had the shortlist of florists in question.
“That one.” Jenny kept one open. “I know them, well enough to know they’re more than up to the job.”
“Very well.” Clemens noted them down and bookmarked the page for later.
Given the amount they’d already covered beforehand, the sheer magnitude of the effort to go into such an event was now becoming clear to them. So it was little surprise that the help they’d already received from Mr Wilkinson had proven so invaluable to them. Even with so much ground already covered, from the venue, to the timetable, to the guest list and invitations, to the Best Man and Maid of Honour, and now the florist and transport close to dealt with. They still needed to take care of food and drink, photography and music, and there was still the matter of their wedding dresses that needed resolving.
“I think, if we leave the wedding dressssesss to the nexxxt consssultation, along with the photographer and musssic. Then the lassst one we can settle on the food and drink.” Clemens mused.
“Then that should be close to everything needed.” Jenny worked out.
“Indeed. Now, asss for the invitationssss, we can possst them tomorrow, but we’ll need to leave earlier ssso we don’t run late.” Clemens knew that with the number required to be sent, it would take time.
“In that case, I’ll be getting in the shower now.” Jenny responded with a kiss to the side of his face, where his lips would be if he had any.
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In the twenty minutes that Jenny had spent in the bathroom, Clemens had e-mailed the details concerning their preferred choices for florist and transport to the planners, and had time enough to spare to give their kitchen a quick clean.
“Okay, your turn!” He heard Jenny call to him just as he’d finished. “Do they know about the progress made yet?”
“Yesss!” He knew she had to be talking about the wedding plans.
One advantage of his scales, was that they were far easier to maintain than the fur coat of a mammalian animal-person, not only on a personal level but with regards to plumbing. No masses of fur to clog the pipes with. He supposed that as the years went on, provisions to either negate or at least minimise these downsides to personal hygiene would start to really enter the market, not least to help with appearance.
Which did get him thinking, he knew that snakes generally could only grow after they shed their scales, after which they’d have a very few days to do that before the new layer hardened. While his own scales had shed before, and the insane itching he experienced during such times was something that made him shudder, the clothes he did have still fit. It did make him wonder how much, if at all he had grown by.
It was still on his mind as he dried off and met Jenny in bed, and she must have read it as she asked:
“Something on your mind?”
“Oh? Jussst thinking.” He replied honestly.
“About?”
“I do sshhed every few monthsss, and given jussst how, irritating it isss, I do hope it doesssn’t happen on the day itssself.”
“Well if we’re lucky, it’ll happen before the day, then you’ll have a real shiny coat to wear.” Jenny chuckled while she wrapped her arms around him.
“True. That would be the bessst time.” Clemens had to agree on that as the lights went out and they could get an early night.