"We could do earlier but while Michael's wedding was very nice for less than a week of planning that's a substantial caveat. And I like autumn."

"We had better not get old and die. Luckily my father's working on it." 

"...I agree, but what does that have to do with autumn versus summer."

"Well, see, if we are not going to get old and die, then a few more months doesn't matter. If we've only got a century..."

Snort. "We will probably live more than a century each even assuming no magical revolution."

"Still!"

"You know I'm right here, right, are you really anticipating being a hundred and forty-five going 'gosh, I wish we'd had that extra summer in which to fornicate', I don't think that's a common deathbed complaint."

"I want to marry you. I want to be married to you. And I bet it's a commoner deathbed complaint than you'd think."

"I'll grant that I haven't been to many deathbeds."

"Well, okay, admittedly me neither."

"And if we had it still might be considered indecorous to say."

"Little bit. I'm mostly going off Michael and Rebecca - of course, she doesn't have as long, but -"

"Unless your dad fixes it."

"I have a pretty excellent dad."

"You do!"

And wedding planning ensues.

Small, or as small as is reasonable with the size family Minor has. Tasteful. Blue and green. Outdoors at the estate. No dancing, or at least not centrally-featured dancing. But Michael and Rebecca can do music for it.

They'd be delighted. Rebecca's expecting a baby any day but he suggests to her they start planning nonetheless.

Being extremely pregnant makes it hard to sit at the piano or sing really long phrases but she can write notes just fine!

He can sing and play them for her as she goes!!

"- ow. Okay! Looks like this is a June seventeenth!"

" - gosh. Okay. - please don't die."

"I've done this before!" Kiss. "I'll be fine."

He worries nonetheless! (And puts the girls to bed.)

Aaaaaaaaugh if it would be convenient for Miranda to be available a little closer to the time of the event that would be nice.