045 ♕ [written/voice]

[loisfuckinglane]

[Filtered away from those who would wish harm to the bride and groom]

The Honor of Your Presence
is Requested at the Marriage of

Lois Lane and Clark Kent

Saturday, the Fourteenth of April

With Reception to Follow.

Please RSVP below.

[Voice, Same Filter]

Smallville and I figured it was long past time we set a date, so this is making it officially official. ... That is, assuming that the castle manages to put itself back together again by April, because if this is going to be the new standard around here? We might need to think about relocating the ceremony somewhere where the cake won't abruptly turn into a feral tiger. I mean, nothing against tigers, but this wedding? Is going to be circus animal free.

But for now, I'm going to go ahead and assume this is just one of the castle's usual bouts of temporary insanity and it'll allll blow over by tomorrow.  Or... next week.  

... At least by April.  Right, Paradisa?

Right.

[... ???]

... [Uhhhhh. What. The. What. After a second, she adds uncertainly:] ... Hello...?

Comments

[loisfuckinglane]

Loads. Not that we don't want to support our local businesses. We'll try to have a little of each.

[hard_talker]

Nice. ... There's a good coffee place in town, Nora and I went there a little while ago. Owner's a bit of a douche, but Nora said he's okay.

[yeah, see what I did there]

[loisfuckinglane]

Well, I definitely approve of having coffee at the reception.

[hard_talker]

I don't remember the guy's name, but the place is Wildcat or something.

[loisfuckinglane]

I'll look it up.