"They could all afford plane fare." Glibt replied, waving her hand in a dismissive sort of way and laughing lightly. "And our wedding will be all about us, not about them, yeah?" Glibt shrugged, looking down at one of her pale shoulders and wondering if she should ask Mark to apply more sunscreen. Perhaps after they had discussed their wedding a bit more. It was, of course, far more important than suffering a minor sunburn.
"Oh, we were. It was just an idle thought." Glibt shrugged, stretching out again and curling her toes at the mere pleasure of being away from New York City and all the stress it came with.
The sudden glance, Mark's words, they combined to make Glibt fall silent. As much she knew that the sudden laughter meant that Mark was pleased that they would be getting married soon, it wasn't the most romantic prospect, planning a wedding around midterms and the 2012 elections. Of course, those events were Mark's lifeblood, his bread and butter, and Glibt took a moment to remind herself of that very, very forcefully, took a moment to erase the words 'have to' from her mind.
"When would be best for you, then? I can't, or rather, I don't want to, have it in late November." Glibt paused to remember the conversation she'd had with Harvey the day before, swallowed, and pushed on. "And if we have it in mid-to-late December, it'll feel... Christmas-like. I'm guessing we don't want that."