Kirley laughed at the mention that he would probably have to wear a dress. The ice cream wouldn’t have it any other way, he supposed. But the fact of the matter was that it didn’t really bother Kirley at all, this stipulation. He was a Weird Sister, after all, “That’s alright. It won’t be the first time, and it probably won’t be the last,” he said truthfully, though he hated to think the teasing he’d probably just earned himself.
“If I can wear a dress for thousands of adoring fans, then I can wear a dress for something as important as your wedding to this fine flavor if ice cream,” he took another bite for good measure, “Maybe if I cut back on the pie a little, I’ll be able to go down a dress size in time!” His goal was to keep that smile on her face, maybe even get a laugh. That, he figured, was the most important thing at the moment.