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Ursa Major, Sunday evening

Willow was on a couch in the common area, watching TV thanks to her computer-fu.

Currently she was watching a Bridezillas marathon.

She was a little speechless.

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"How very funny," Willow said. "I want those things too. And you can get back to me later about under the outfit. I can understand if it'll take some time."

Willow then looked more serious. "About your sisters? I was wondering - do you think they would want to be in the bridal party? Or would that be like a huge political catastrophe considering that they're already queens and I'm marrying into it and I can't say enough how much I don't want to cause accidental wars."

"Seems to be circular then," Peter pointed out with a warm smile.

He considered for a moment, reaching up to touch her cheek at the serious look. "You'd have to ask them, you know. But I think Lu, at least, would have Words if she didn't get to do something. It shouldn't be a etiquette issue. We don't have much etiquette surrounding weddings. That I know of. And there will be no wars. Accidental or otherwise. I'm sure of it."

"We do keep doing that circular thing," Willow said. She leaned into his touch. "I'd really like to ask them. It'd mean a lot to me if they could be bridesmaids. I just didn't know if it'd be considered an insult to ask."

Peter frowned. "My sisters better not be like that. I'll have a word with them if they act that way. They'll be your sisters too. It couldn't possibly be anything other than a compliment and kind gesture."

"Oh no! No, Su and Lu would never be so rude," Willow said. "I meant more politically. Like would everyone else think I was presumptuous."

Willow moved to try to get into Peter's lap. "I've never had sisters. Having them will be wonderful. Oh! Will they know that we're engaged or will that be a surprise? I know Lu helped with the ring, but did she know when you were going to ask me?"

Peter considered for a moment, leaning his cheek against her shoulder once she was settled. "Everyone else can shove it too," he said undiplomatically. "They knew I was going to ask you," he said. "Ed said I was mad, but that he hoped you didn't turn me down too horribly. Which is generally a good thing from him."

Willow hugged him. "That is good, for Ed. And you should be aware that I'm falling for you more and more by the second. I didn't think it was possible but you're proving me wrong."

"Perhaps that means you'll have fallen for me as much as I for you," he teased, hugging her back.

"It just means you're the bestest fiance in all the land," Willow replied.

"Except for you?" he asked. "But then you're the most beautiful too. None could compare."

"That's it, I'm stealing a kiss," Willow said, going to do just that."

"Only if I get to steal one back," he said quickly, doing the same.

Willow pretended to gasp with shock. "Kiss-stealer! Give that back!"

"Come get it," he teased hopefully.

"Oh you think I won't?" Willow replied. She leaned in to steal a kiss in return.

"Oh no, not the kiss!" he laughed, kissing her back happily.

"Think there's room in your alcove for snuggly company tonight?" Willow asked. Not that it could be anything more than snuggling since: alcove. But still. Snuggling could still be fun.

"Before I answer," Peter teased. "We're talking about you, right? Because for anyone else, the answer is no."

Willow giggled. "Yes me. Anybody else and I'll kick them out personally."

Peter pondered this for a second before grinning at her. "Deal."

"Yay!" Willow said, and went to smooch him again.

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