Savannah giggled again. "Sure, we can have Sam plan the wedding and G can show up." Considering that they'd be marrying each other, it wouldn't even be strange.
She didn't even answer the point about the pictures. Killing someone beat the beliefs of some weird foreign culture who still hadn't found God. How anyone could take that stuff seriously was beyond her.
"I know what you're saying, but the bottom line is that halls are too big and private venues are too expensive because you have to pay for the venue, the tables, the linen, the catering, the flowers and the photographer." She shrugged. "I'm not asking for anything other than a hall that doesn't look deserted, some decent food, a dance floor, about $100 per person, and it's the 9th of September. We'll have the wedding right here, because it's hard enough to get waivers when you know the priest. It'd be impossible anywhere else."