"It's skill I've developed over the years." Charlie nodded sagely when Callum commented on his observations.
"How about during the day before the night before the wedding?" He suggested. "Or is the whole day off limits? I suppose I could get someone to give the message to you if that's the case, but then I'd lose out on seeing your face and that'd be a shame."
Shrugging, Charlie laughed. "I'm sure if you explain that you have something against laundry someone will be more than happy to gift us with an elf." Not that Charlie actually had any desire for a house elf. It was convenient at the castle, but he'd survived his entire life without one he doubted he needed one now.
Charlie sat down, paper folded in his hand at Callum's nod. "I want to marry you, and I'd like my family to be there - but other than that I don't actually have any ideas." Which Charlie suspected was a large part of why he didn't mind doing things the way Callum seemed to want them. This was important to him and if these things were important to Callum then Charlie could make sure they did them right.