“You have that effect,” he taunted, quite calmly. He didn’t feed into her physical retaliation, just as mildly lifting a hand to bat the pillow away when it threatened to hit anywhere he was particularly concerned about it hitting him. So long as she kept to his arm, he didn’t even trouble himself to stop it.
“We’ve got the dress. That was the part I was worried about. I am hopeful,” he crossed his fingers, lifting the hand in a hopeful gesture, “that the rest go as smoothly.”
His brows furrowed when Mel turned the time table back on him. “If I can handle waiting a year, or if I can handle a year of you ‘planning’? Either way, I’m not sure, but I’ll do my best to hang in there somehow, for the greater good. I’m vetoing any plans that involve a tree right now though. I can do that, since you kind of need me for this whole wedding plan to work, right?”
He didn’t sound as sure as he probably should have. Fair enough, since she had a way of always getting her way… It was an impressive talent, he had to admit. It was nice to hear that Bianca approved of what she saw now, since she’d been one of those who had reason to believe Andrew was nothing short of repulsive once. The little thrill Mel got out of it wasn’t lost on him either though, and for a second he was distracted, looking over his shoulder blatantly at the shuffling of her wings into what should have been his space. He didn’t protest though, and he was facing forward again soon enough and looking as at ease as ever. “I did. I figured she’d take longer to pick that as an excuse to keep trying a bunch of cake, you know? Have you ladies got a bachelorette party in the works too?”