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Post by Micaela on Nov 26, 2007 16:07:35 GMT -5
"Psh. Fat is not the word. It happens to be curvaceous. Duh." *She said*
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Post by Lady Norrington on Nov 26, 2007 16:09:46 GMT -5
"When do we get to start picking out the trousseau?"
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Post by Micaela on Nov 26, 2007 16:11:28 GMT -5
*She shrugged.* "Whenever Norrington provides the funds for it. His decision, basically."
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Post by Lady Norrington on Nov 26, 2007 16:14:10 GMT -5
"I thought it was the family's choice."
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Post by Micaela on Nov 26, 2007 16:24:49 GMT -5
"Eh. I haven't got much experience with stuff like this. In Ireland, it's all just kind of drunken revelry before and after. Considering you're situation, I have the distinct feeling he's going to be the one deciding, but he'll probably just cough up the money whenever you ask."
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Post by Lady Norrington on Nov 26, 2007 16:27:25 GMT -5
"I don't know. He spent a lot on the ring..."
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Post by Micaela on Nov 26, 2007 16:31:23 GMT -5
"He's an Admiral, Megan. He's going to pay for the trousseau. Just ask."
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Post by Lady Norrington on Nov 26, 2007 16:37:34 GMT -5
"How do I... I don't want to seem greedy."
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Post by Micaela on Nov 26, 2007 16:38:53 GMT -5
"You're a bride. Just bring up the date, then all the preparations and subtly mention something."
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Post by Lady Norrington on Nov 26, 2007 16:44:28 GMT -5
"I don't even know when to have it. Or where."
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Post by Micaela on Nov 26, 2007 16:49:39 GMT -5
"It'll come to you. Just wait. It came to all my cousins who've been married." *She said, a hint of sadness in her voice. She had lost so many cousins...*
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Post by Lady Norrington on Nov 26, 2007 16:51:22 GMT -5
"What?"
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Post by Micaela on Nov 26, 2007 16:56:55 GMT -5
"I have like a frillion cousins. Most of them are older and married. Everything comes together in the end."
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