"You were seven months pregnant when we got married, sugartits. You wore pajamas." He grinned as he remembered that, and shook his head. "I don't think I've got the figure for a dress, anyway." He finished up his plate of food and sat back, smiling in a mellow, full-tummy way. "I bet there's actually traditional Guild clothes to wear, if we go looking through the archives. I wouldn't be too opposed to that."
Anything short of leiderhosen was better than a tux, he figured.