Cliff walked into the kitchen to see Binar already getting his lunch and Corinne working on the wedding plans. He paused, having intended on making his own lunch, but decided instead to sit down by Corinne and see how things were going.
"So," he said. "How are things going?"
"Oh, good," Corinne said smugly. "Every things falling into place quite nicely."
"Great. Anything I can help with?"
'No, everything in hand."
Cliff wriggled in his seat for a moment.
"No annoying little decisions to make? What colour the table cloths at the reception are going to be, maybe?"
"They're going to be yellow."
"Oh."
"Don't worry," Corinne said cheerfully. "I told you, I have everything in hand. The only other thing I need from you is for you and your groomsmen to get fitted for your tuxes."
Cliff nodded slowly.
"And to show up."
"Excuse me?"
"Well, I know you don't like Friday, but she is right. You do need both the groom and bride at the wedding."
Corinne's eyes narrowed.
"What are you saying?" she asked darkly.
"I'm saying that this is my wedding too, and I'd like to be involved."
"Or what? You're not going to show up?"
"Of course I'm going to show up!" Cliff exclaimed, standing up. "I love you, and I respect you. And I certainly respect all the hard work you're putting into planning this. I'm not so petty I wouldn't show up. Geez, thank you for your vote of confidence into my character."
Cliff stormed out of the kitchen before Corinne could stammer her apology, and decided he'd buy lunch today.