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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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Liz had been ardently trying to convince her mother that she didn't even want either of those flowers. It took some convincing before she finally was able to get herself loud enough to drown out her mother's rambling about the flowers. There was some laughter afterwards and they moved on. Monty was able to slip out of the conversation much easier than she could. Liz was just a little jealous.

After a little more arguing about the necessity of flowers, Gerald finally joined them in the dining room where the table was covered in wedding things.

"This is disturbing," he commented. Liz and Helen both laughed. For whatever reason, this was funny to the both of them. Gerald remained unamused.

Of course, this is when Liz felt the need to blurt out something unrelated. She smiled up at her father, a look she often got when she was doing something she believe would make her father proud, that look of excitement. "I'm going back to school," Gerald remained unmoving. He'd want more information, "I'm going to get a masters in child psychiatry."

"Oh, Elizabeth! That's wonderf--" Helen said, being cut off.

"Of all fields, Beth, you choose the one that holds no merit in the medical community? Neurology, Beth, is what you should be working towards."

Liz just stared blankly up at him. The thoughts that he should be proud of her ringing in her head.