Mary stared down at Emily for a moment, unwilling to move for fear of waking her. She slowly reached for a blanket and began rolling it up, then gingerly slid her leg away, replacing it with the blanket under Emily's head.

Emily erupted into a fit of giggles and sat up, stretching and yawning.

Emily: "I'm awake, have been for awhile now, but thanks for the thought. There's really only so long you can sleep on hard wood and human leg."
Mary: "Why are we sleeping on the floor?"
Emily: "I can't remember. We were looking through your pictures and talking. I guess we must have drifted off."
Mary: "Next time lets drift off in beds."
Emily: "Consider it a plan."

Mary: "Speaking of plans, what do you want to do today?"
Emily: "Other than get furniture? We've got that appointment at the bridal shop this afternoon."
Mary: "Are we seriously considering going to that?"
Emily: "I don't know. What else are we going to do?"

Mary sighed and looked around.

Mary: "I need to clean. But we should probably spend what money we have left on groceries rather than cleaning supplies."
Emily: "Oh, Mary, I'm sure we can afford some soap and a few sponges. It won't be an entire closet full of specialized cleaning implements and potions, but we can tough it out. And by we, of course, I mean you."
Mary: "Fine, but you're making dinner."
Emily: "Deal."

Mary began picking up the pictures that had scattered across the floor, frowning at the mess they'd made.

Mary: "We must have a drafty window or something, I'm fairly certain this stuff wasn't all over the place last night. And judging by the pins and needles in my leg, neither of us were flailing around in our sleep."

Emily shrugged and helped Mary clear up the mess, giggling as she found Laura's lists in a corner.

Emily: "Cancel the grocery shopping! We have more important things to attend to. Apparently you're in charge of confirming the flowers today, and I'm in charge of getting the 'must take' list to the photographer."
Mary: "Why am I in charge of flowers? And what's a must take list?"
Emily: "Because you're an artist? Surely you've painted flowers in your career."
Mary: "Sure. But that doesn't mean I know the difference between a daisy and a daffodil."

Emily: "I'll help. I think as long as everything is in her color scheme, it won't make much difference. They have the order already, she just wants you to respect the weeping cherries."
Mary: "Huh?"
Emily: "I'm sorry, she wants you to inspect the weeping cherries."
Mary: "Huh?"
Emily: "It says here they're out of season."

Mary: "And this makes them cry?"
Emily: "Stop it. Now I have visions of little sobbing cherries in my head."
Mary: "Don't tell your shrink."
Emily: "I'm assuming that weeping cherries are an out of season flower, perhaps a cherry blossom flower, and Laura is concerned that they won't be the best quality since they're the most delicate flower on her list."

Mary: "Then she should have freaking gotten married in the spring!"
Emily: "Church burned down."
Mary: "Right. Quit defending her, the woman is crazy. Why couldn't she just pick a different flower?"

Emily looked back down at the list.

Emily: "She did. She's got Foxglove, Morning glories, Plum Blossoms and Rhododendron. But they're all very important to her and she has to have them. They need to be exactly right… or the wedding will be ruined."
Mary: "It does not say that!"
Emily: "Yes it does!"

Mary took the list from Emily.

Emily: "Okay, so it doesn't say the wedding will be ruined, but I think that's implied in the part where she writes that if the flowers aren't right she'll be upset because it will remind her that her church burned down and then she might cry and the whole ceremony will be thrown off because she's not supposed to cry until the vows."
Mary: "I see. Well, thanks for trying to protect me from that, I'm sorry I ruined your efforts by snatching the list from you."

Mary was the first to gather her composure and wiped the tears from her eyes.

Mary: "So what about your list?"
Emily: "Right, the must take list. It's just a list of specific photos she wants taken of the wedding."
Mary: "How specific?"
Emily: "Well, let's see…"

Emily glanced down at her list and flipped a few pages before looking up solemnly.

Emily: "Let's just say I'm going to need you to make me a very large sign that says 'Don't shoot the messenger'."
Mary: "That bad?"
Emily: "Not if her photographer is a technologically advanced, easily programmable robot."
Mary: "I'm afraid of robots. And angry photographers. You're on your own, I'll meet you for lunch before our bridal shop appointment?"

Emily: "Sure. Mary, why are we doing this again?"
Mary: "Because we need the distraction? And Laura was our friend."
Emily: "Right, our very good friend. She apparently lived on our floor in the dorm, and there is photographic evidence of us all together and smiling."

Mary: "And it had nothing to do with the margaritas."
Emily: "Of course not, they were obviously non-alcoholic margaritas seeing as we weren't twenty-one yet."
Mary: "Exactly. And we just didn't recognize her because of the nose job. We have very amusing photographic evidence of that, too, which I'm sure will come in handy. Hey--are we invited to the bachelorette party? Is there a bachelorette party?"
Emily: "I don't know, but if there is, there had better be margaritas."

Mary: "We should totally throw her a bachelorette party."
Emily: "One thing at a time, Mary. I'll see you at Bellie's for lunch, it's right down the block from the bridal shop."
Mary: "Fabulous. The promise of pancakes should get me through the floral appointment."
Emily: "I thought they might."