Of course Padma didn't need to knock but she did so out of habit it seemed. A giggle escaped her lips as she slipped into the room, swiftly shutting the door behind her once again. There wasn't a whole lot of space on the bed but, managing to secure a space, Padma promptly flopped down amongst the pillows, comforter, and plans that her sister was putting together. No, she hadn't done it in a ladylike fashion but who really cared right now? Rolling from her back onto her stomach, she squinted down at the seating chart her sister was pouring over, wrinkling her nose in slight distaste.
"I have to say," She began with a huff of air, "as much as I enjoy planning things, I really don't envy the work you've got to do for this wedding." Really, Padma sympathised with her sister; Padma didn't want to sort through fabric samples and seating charts and all the other silly little details that seemed trivial to Padma but of which usually meant the world to Parvati. "Honestly, who knew it took this much to plan a wedding anyways?" She added after a moment. "What crisis are we dealing with tonight?"