"So? Who's going to say anything about it? It's not like we're inviting anyone who doesn't already know."
Castiel stared at the various figurine options that stood on the shelf display. "I don't understand why we're shopping. Couldn't we make them exactly the way we want them?"
Crowley snorted. "Takes all the fun out of it, don't you think?"
"I thought you had a thing for magic." Castiel picked up a tiny ceramic statue of a frog wearing a tiara and a wedding dress, inspected it closely, then set it back down.
"Oh, I do. Don't get the wrong idea." Crowley slipped an arm around Castiel's waist and grinned at him. "But you said you wanted this to be as authentic and human as possible, and the frustration of wedding planning is part of the experience."
Castiel pursed his lips. "I'm beginning to regret that statement."
"Nonsense." The catchy refrain of Love Shack emanated from Crowley's pocket. "Hold on, it's the planner." He answered. "Yes?" A pause. "No, damn it, we decided on devil's food. German chocolate isn't the same... No, I-- he did? Hold on, let me ask him." Crowley shot Castiel a look. "Did you tell her angel food again?"
"No." Castiel shifted uncomfortably and reached to toy with a plastic groom who looked like maybe he'd been manufactured on a day when the mold wasn't set quite right. "Well, maybe."
Crowley rolled his eyes and returned his attention to the phone. "Look, why don't we just do two? One angel food, one devil's food. It's thematic. ...yes, on Wednesday. All right. Right, goodbye."
As soon as he'd hung up the phone, Crowley found a set of tacky invitations being shoved towards his face.
"What about these?"
Crowley snorted again. "They're just awful enough to be charming. Grab a few packs and we'll go look for shoes."
FILL: Team Balthazar/Crowley, Cas/Crowley wedding cake
"So? Who's going to say anything about it? It's not like we're inviting anyone who doesn't already know."
Castiel stared at the various figurine options that stood on the shelf display. "I don't understand why we're shopping. Couldn't we make them exactly the way we want them?"
Crowley snorted. "Takes all the fun out of it, don't you think?"
"I thought you had a thing for magic." Castiel picked up a tiny ceramic statue of a frog wearing a tiara and a wedding dress, inspected it closely, then set it back down.
"Oh, I do. Don't get the wrong idea." Crowley slipped an arm around Castiel's waist and grinned at him. "But you said you wanted this to be as authentic and human as possible, and the frustration of wedding planning is part of the experience."
Castiel pursed his lips. "I'm beginning to regret that statement."
"Nonsense." The catchy refrain of Love Shack emanated from Crowley's pocket. "Hold on, it's the planner." He answered. "Yes?" A pause. "No, damn it, we decided on devil's food. German chocolate isn't the same... No, I-- he did? Hold on, let me ask him." Crowley shot Castiel a look. "Did you tell her angel food again?"
"No." Castiel shifted uncomfortably and reached to toy with a plastic groom who looked like maybe he'd been manufactured on a day when the mold wasn't set quite right. "Well, maybe."
Crowley rolled his eyes and returned his attention to the phone. "Look, why don't we just do two? One angel food, one devil's food. It's thematic. ...yes, on Wednesday. All right. Right, goodbye."
As soon as he'd hung up the phone, Crowley found a set of tacky invitations being shoved towards his face.
"What about these?"
Crowley snorted again. "They're just awful enough to be charming. Grab a few packs and we'll go look for shoes."