" Fine. And even if I don't want to marry you, I still want my wedding to be absolutely perfect. "

"Don't worry, it'll be as perfect as perfect goes as long as you don't start throwing me off 5th-floor windows or something." Clalen smirked.

She glanced over at the shovel then at the window.

"And don't think about throwing me out another window either. Or using that shovel to levitate me throw said window." Callen added. "By the way, got ideas for your wedding dress?"

" Something like this. " she showed him a rough sketch of a dress.

"Nice. You going to do that "something old something new, some borrowed, something blue, and a penny in your shoe" thing?"

" No-wait, what even is that? "

"Just a really popular poem-thingy that a lot of ladies who get marired like to do for luck or something."

" I dont know what that is, so no. "

"Suit yourself. Don't blame me if you get bad luck or your bridesmaids lynch you for not doing it. It's pretty popular, like I said."