For an event almost single-handedly organized by Wicked "Necrophilia" Lehnsherr (God, that name was a mouthful, Tony would have to remember to point that out to her and maybe stop the presses before any new papers were officially on record), Tony found it surprisingly tasteful. A bit on the wrong side of frou, maybe, after battling with the reach of one of the table's whole trees, but tasteful didn't have to mean his taste. He expected a hell of a lot worse, in any case, and the decor wasn't shaping up to be one of the things bound to get him uncomfortable today. Unfortunately, there weren't a whole lot of people involved in the wedding of a couple without living and/or legal relatives, so this wasn't exactly a blend into the crowd and slip out unnoticed situation. It was more of a 'noticeably preoccupied with his cellphone' situation, which could have been normal. He was a busy guy. He did his part, he stood up there with Pietro, the gift was leaning against the appropriate table and in one piece, what more did they want?