"Yes, planning!" Victoire leaned over and set her glass on the bedside table, before crossing her legs underneath her and looking thoughtful. "We have to pick a date, and then account for whatever weather will be happening. There's the locations and invitations and the dress and figuring out the wedding party and food and what songs we'll have playing. Haven't you ever been to a wedding before?" she asked, teasing. Now that the shock had worn off a bit, she was more excited than anything else.