"See, this is because we usually don't make it to the reception," Meredith explained. "Usually there's doubt with a side of extra doubt and someone gets left at the altar, so this is new for us. Except in the case of a lesbian wedding, which I hear was nice."
Okay, so maybe she was a lot less sober than Claire was giving her credit for, but it was true. Callie and Arizona were doing okay last she heard, so there was some truth to that statement. If she and Derek hadn't been ready to adopt a baby, they actually would've made that reception, but she kind of felt like the trade-off was justified.
Although at the mention of people bleeding, she pulled her purse over and opened it to let Claire see that she'd loaded it with all the first-aid kit supplies from the storeroom closet that Izzie hadn't been able to carry. "The night's not over yet," she pointed out. "The best men are still drinking and your dad is dancing with Izzie. Stuff could happen."
The moment she saw a yellow paw reaching towards her bag, she shut it quick and glared, causing Abra to shrink back. Meredith sighed. "And now I feel bad because I scared a drunken fox."