"So, basically, our wedding is going to be a who's who of the most powerful people in the country, both mortal and immortal." Well. Glibt smiled; she couldn't complain about that, she just hadn't considered how big of a political opportunity it would be for her. Mainly because, of course, she had been concentrating on the fact that she would be getting married, something she had previously thought would never happen for her.
"Of course. I mean... it would be rather hollow as a symbolic gesture if you had to force him to come. I would much rather he come of his own accord. And if he does, I promise not to harass him-" Too much. "-about his campaign promises. Truth be told, I might have trouble getting by the whole 'President of the United States' thing and simply gape at him like a goldfish. You're used to presidents; I, most definitely, am not. But it would be good to have him there."
Glibt shifted to nuzzle against Mark's neck for the sheer sake of contact. "You know, there are other issues we should probably sort out ahead of time. For instance... I'm currently grappling with a tie when it comes to my best man. Or best woman." She frowned lightly, trying to think. "You remember how Marijuana and Heroin avoided making one of them into the bride and one of them into the groom, right? Horizontal aisles to walk down and meeting at the middle. If we did something like that and had those important to us walk us down to 'give'-" Yes, Glibt actually drew air quotes with her fingers. "-us away, it could fix my best man issue. I can have Media walk me down the aisle." And then Harvey would be her best man, but Glibt wasn't going to mention that just yet.