Alec almost came wearing his pajamas, but he changed to jeans and a t-shirt at the last minute, deciding that was good enough for this absurd little wedding of his and Melinda's.
"Er." Alec rocked on his heels. "We need to find a government organisation that will let us sign the papers and move on, so we'll probably have to go somewhere else. Where do you lot want to go?" He looked helplessly at Melinda and Fletcher and vaguely wondered if perhaps they should have planned this a tiny, tiny bit better. "America? Greenland? Help."