Davina was sitting at the bar at The Old White Lion working on a spell, she usually went down to Rousseau’s for that kind of thing but she wasn’t feeling it and honestly, she was just thinking about how much she wished Josh, Cami or Marcel would show up.
Glancing up she frowned slightly but nodded to the barkeep. “I think I could use a pint,” she said. “A lager or I guess something light.” Beer still wasn’t her main go-to drink but Davina was busy thinking about her upcoming wedding and the excitement and the edge of sadness to it without the other people in her life she’d want there.
“Hey, you’ve done the whole wedding thing right?” She asked after a moment looking up at the guy she was pretty damn positive was married to Regina Mills.
“I’d wager a wedding in Atlantis is a bit different from the Enchanted Forest, but yes,” Robin admitted as he poured the young woman’s drink. He and Regina had also been planning one in New Orleans before they’d both been brought here, but Atlantean wedding plans had been put on hold after the arrival of their daughter. Still he had been married once before.
"Yeah, Enchanted Forest is probably different," she agreed with a small frown as she thought about all the things that went into a wedding. "Did you have a big wedding or a small one?" She asked looking back up.
“It was a small one, I guess,” Robin admitted. There hadn’t been a large number of people there and it certainly wasn’t the kind of lavish wedding they’d have in a palace. It had been a more simple affair, very different from what he and Regina had been planning for their own.
“Did you get a binder with a list of all the crap, did you know that deciding on napkin folds was apparently a thing and different ones have different meanings?” She said thinking about the conversation she and Kol had the night before while they were looking through the binder Caroline had dropped on Kol.
Robin chuckled softly. “Not for my first wedding, no,” but Regina had quite the binder in New Orleans. Shaking his head, he admitted, “she was a lot more into the actual planning than me.”
Pausing, he regarded the young woman more seriously. “If you don’t want the binder or the napkin folds, you don’t have to. It’s your wedding. You can make it whatever you’d like it to be.”
Nodding she smiled softly. "Kol seems more into the planning, but I think that has more to do with Caroline basically threatening him into it." She didn't really know how to feel about the whole big or small wedding.
"I don't know, I mean, I want it to be nice and everything but I don't think we need a bunch of people we don't need or anything over the top fancy." Shrugging she took a sip of her drink.
Robin couldn’t help a small chuckle. He’d known a version of Caroline in New Orleans and it wasn’t hard to picture her threatening someone into planning a proper wedding. “Have you told your fiancé how you feel about it?” he asked, casually leaning his elbows on the bar.
“Yeah, we’ve talked about it, he’s kind of open to whatever I want,” which was true, she knew if she wanted to get married on the moon Kol would try and find a way to make it happen. “I guess I just didn’t realize how complicated a wedding could be, I get the dress is a big deal, and having some people there is good, but I didn’t really think about all the other stuff that went into it.”
Robin nodded, knowing he was glad that Regina had been handling most of the mundane details for their upcoming nuptials. “I understand it’s a lot,” he said, “but I hope you’ll remember to enjoy it, too.” Being young and in love was something to be cherished, he believed.
“I will,” she said with a smile before finishing her drink and dropping what she owed and a bit of a tip on the bar. “I should probably get going,” Davina told him as she got her stuff together.