Bryony and Zacharias
"Oh, yes, thank you," Zacharias said of the offer for water. He was completely out of his element -- though he always felt that way about any kind of arranged dates and arranged social obligations -- and thought a glass of water might help, even if it just gave him something to do. He was not the best conversationalist, especially when it came to getting to know someone and all the small talk that entailed. And he was definitely not someone who had an excess amount of things to say when it came to wedding ceremonies and receptions. Of course, the ceremony had been nice despite not knowing either the bride or the bridegroom very well, and, at the moment, the reception seemed nice as well.
"I can imagine," he said. "About it being nice to sit down. I think it's a wardrobe requirement to wear potentially painfully uncomfortable shoes at all social gatherings that exceed a minor level of fanciness." He gave her a small, friendly smile, thinking of some of the outfits he'd had to wear in the past and how uncomfortable some of them had been -- especially the shoes. "The comfort level of the shoes decreases the longer you're meant to stand. And if you're expected to move, too? There is no way to salvage the shoes, not even with charms or transfiguration spells." He shook his head a little bit at that, figuring he probably sounded like an idiot, but maybe she could relate. And if she couldn't or found him a bit mad, well, they didn't have to talk, and it was only for one day, he reminded himself.