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The problem with letting Helen take care of most of the planning for the wedding meant having to make several trips up north in order to get things sorted out, because even if Helen was doing most of the planning, it was still his and Liz's wedding. He personally would have been happy leaving the decisions to Helen, but at the same time, he was trying to at least attempt to help make a few decisions here and there.

Currently, he was trying and failing to tell the difference between two types of flower, which were apparently different enough that they had to pick one or the other and by the way Helen talked about it, it was apparently a life or death decision. Okay, so maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration, but flowers were pretty much just flowers, as far as he was concerned. Eventually he managed to untangle himself from the discussion and went back to flipping through the magazine he'd brought with him.

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Again, Liz was on the verge of giggling and she looked at him with wide eyes and tried to keep her mother from noticing. She eventually shot a message right back, Yes, that is exactly what you should do. I thought you didn't want to be a major part of this anyway?

Her mother interrupted her thoughts by asking another question about something new and unrelated to flowers and lights. She had no idea what they were going to do with a bunch of ribbon like her mother was talking about, but she was just going with it. Liz was just glad that the dress and bridesmaid dresses were taken care of.

I don't want tae spend an hour arguin' about the differences between two types o' flowers, he sent back, a thread of amusement running through his thoughts. But I don't mind helpin', love. He spent a few more minutes going over the list. It was, he'd admit, a little boring, but at least he had Liz to talk to. "What colors did we decide on?" He glanced up at Liz and Helen, looking from one to the other. "For decorations, I mean. I'd feel out o' place if my kilt didn't blend in."

Liz laughed. Of course he would ask now about the clashing of the colors and his tartan. She smiled at him, "you think I didn't take all that into consideration?" She was teasing him, anyway. "We're going to put the girls in red and your men will be in the same tartan. And I'm having a formal sash made to fit with my dress." As a side note, I like that you want to help, sunshine.

"You think o' everything, mo grodh," he replied, grinning back at her. "Don't know what I'd do without you." He turned his attention back to his list again, still smiling. It is our weddin', after all. Making Liz and Helen do all the work didn't seem exactly fair. O' course I want tae help. I might not know what I'm doin', but I can try at least, aye?

"You'd be lost. You'd never have a matching outfit," Liz responded, not looking up at him, but briefly glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. She just smiled after that down at the catalogue of ridiculous bridal things. She wasn't even sure what she was looking at anymore. You don't know what your doing, but your enthusiasm is at least worth something. I figure if I let my mom do most of this, I have less to think about on the day of.

"That's the danger o' bein' in Starfleet so long, y'know," he said, unsure of what he was checking on the list now. He started to write in the margins instead, filling in the empty space with little diagrams and equations. "You get so used tae wearin' a uniform, the same thing day in an' day out, an' you forget how tae coordinate your civvies." The fact that he still had a uniform that he had to wear as an instructor at the Academy meant any hope he had of acquiring a fashion sense was long gone. As good a plan as any, mo grodh. Anything that makes this go smoothly is fine by me.

"Yes, none of the men have any sense for fashion. I imagine that this is why the concept of uniforms has never phased out," she teased. Really it was about rank ad being a part of a team and collectively being the Federation, but that was neither here nor there. Helen was smirking to herself listening to Liz and Monty talk and Liz was amusing herself by teasing her husband.

"Not tae mention the fact that we men look positively dashin' in uniform," he teased back, glancing up to grin at her across the table. "That's the real reason, see." His uniform had changed since he'd transferred to instructing at the Academy; he no longer wore red - that was reserved for the cadets. Instead, he wore all black now, which would have been fine by him except for the fact that he was used to ship uniforms.

"I forgot about that whole 'must look dashing' rule that Starfleet has. I imagine that there is some similar rule for why the women's uniforms are so short," she added with a laugh. Helen's eyebrows raised up slightly and looked back over at the two of them, thoroughly amused, but pretending not to listen in completely. Well, until she asked Liz about what her thoughts on seat covers were. Liz had nothing to say about that.

He stopped himself from saying what he wanted to say about why the women's uniforms were so short; it simply wasn't the sort of thing one said in front of one's mother-in-law. He kept that particular thought to himself as well, because he knew if he relayed it to Liz, one thing would lead to another and they'd end up having to excuse themselves. "I know I don't look half so good in civvies as I do in uniform, anyway," he said instead.

Liz just raised an eyebrow because though his thoughts didn't keep going that direction, she was now extremely curious about what he was thinking. Surely it had to do with the short skirts, but that was for another time, she assumed. "You look just fine, you just don't know what to do with yourself after all these years," she replied, sounding playfully exasperated with him over it. She giggled to herself.

He caught that raised eyebrow, and glanced at Helen before looking back at Liz, shaking his head slightly. "If you say so," he chuckled, dropping his eyes back down to the list yet again. It'd be rather impolite for me tae make a comment about those short skirts in front o' your mother.

She took the opportunity to look busy and fall silent. And what about those short skirts? she asked him, wanting to know exactly where that brain of his was going with this. She didn't mind him thinking things in front of her mother. that wasn't really the best use for her telepathy, but they did what they wanted.

He kept his head bent down over his list, biting his lip to keep himself from grinning too widely or accidentally laughing out loud. For all intents and purposes he was absolutely, one hundred percent, utterly absorbed in going over the list of supplies. He nudged Liz's foot under the table, though, and replied, Just rememberin' a couple visits tae your office.

This was not the time to be having these kinds of conversations. This was not the time for her to be nearly choking on her own oxygen because he was thinking absolutely horrible things. Too bad you won't have some office to visit... though I did keep a uniform just in case you want to remember me from when we fell in loooove. She had to bite her lip from laughing.

He was about to apologize for making her have to keep herself from laughing, until she sent that thought about the uniform to him. It wasn't often anymore that she managed to make him blush, but the fact that they were 'talking' about this in front of Helen - even she couldn't 'hear' them - was enough to turn his ears a bit pink. Did you really? You know, I'm pretty sure that's misappropriation o' Federation property. Or something like that.

Liz knew how horrible it was that they were having this conversation. She also knew that this wasn't exactly uncommon for them to do silly things like this, so when he blushed, she bit her lip and when he sent another message her way, she glanced up at him. Are you complaining?

He was going to have to excuse himself in a minute, because he wasn't sure he could keep a straight face for much longer - and on top of that, the current topic of conversation was making it difficult to think about anything else. Hardly. You've really kept one?

She was barely holding on as well. It was only her training in psychiatry that allowed her keep a straight face. I really have one. I didn't steal it. They knew I took it. I had become kind of fond of it.

That was a weird thing to become fond of, but she spent so much time in one of those and she was so used to those uniforms. She met him in one. It was just a little sentimental of her.

Beginnin' tae think I should've kept one o' mine. He wasn't terribly fond of the all-black uniform he had to wear at the Academy; all black might look good on other people, but he was of the opinion that he was far more suited to color.

Either way, he really was going to have to excuse himself, because he didn't think he could keep a straight face much longer.

Liz didn't respond just yet because she knew that he was about to lose it and she also knew that her mother was having thoughts of leaving the room. Eventually Helen did speak up after whining about the flowers some more before standing and wandering off to the living room where she would be more 'appreciated.' The second she was out of the room, Elizabeth snorted a laugh and looked up at her husband, nudging his foot with her own under the table. She still wasn't about to talk about this out loud in her parents house.

You really should have. I do like you in black though. We could always roleplay me as your student, Commander. This of course made her giggle again.

He couldn't help it. He laughed, and tried to cover it up by coughing, which didn't really work. After glancing back in the direction of the living room as though afraid that Helen was going to come back and investigate what they were laughing about, he turned back to Liz, trying desperately to muffle further laughter. You'd like that, would you?

She couldn't help herself. She leaned forward, both elbows on the table, stared him straight in the eyes and waited. She didn't respond, not just yet, knowing he couldn't hold a straight face for too long. She nudged his foot again, sliding it slightly up his leg and smirking before finally giving in. You know I would.

Perhaps we'd best wait until we're not visitin' your parents. He arched an eyebrow at her, resolutely attempting to ignore her foot on his leg, but he'd never had much luck as far as resisting her was concerned. The minute we get home, love...

It occurred to him that anyone walking in on them would be treated to a rather strange sight - the two of them smirking and grinning at each other, and trying not to laugh at each other. No telling what Helen or Gerald would make of that.

I think our time here is long overdue, don't you? She's just going to bother me more about flowers... She didn't stop moving her leg on his and she smirked right back. Overall, they were pretty stupid looking while staring each other down for now apparent reason. It wasn't the first time they looked stupid together in public.

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