"Girls don't have best men, James. You'd have to talk to Fabian about being his best man."
She lifted her head, emerald eyes studying him intently. "Of course, you could go as my maid of honor. I'd have to move a few things around, change up a dress or two, but I imagine we could work you into that."
Shaking her head at herself, she made a few notes on her parchment regarding the finer points of theory.