Wicked got it again, and Daisy chuckled, dropping her head to hide it before anyone started to think she really liked them, but Sebastian was in his own world again. She really should have anticipated that, but Daisy still rolled her eyes. Didn't he want to know more about the circus wedding? "Yeah, fine," she acquiesced, waving him along to lead them and not fuck it up for once, with the caveat, "Somewhere with air conditioning, I'm sweating my tits off."
She wasn't going to drop it, though, tucking her hands into her pockets as she followed at Wicked's side, no matter where Sebastian's brain wanted to wander off to. "Do you really get married in a circus, or is it some weird carnie blood pact thing?" she asked, a certain humour in her eye that didn't quite go so far as to suggest she wasn't serious. She had seen some weird shit in Portland, people got married by Bob Dylan then got straight to the honeymoon in the middle of the park, and that was if they were lucky.