"Are you really that worried about your wedding?" Isabela asked, raising her eyebrow.

Aveline was pacing in the back room of the Hanged Man. "Who knows what could go wrong?" she said, each step heavy on the wooden floor. "The Coterie could crash the party, or those street thugs that have been hanging about the Hightown steps. Donnic could decide he doesn't want me after all. Hawke could do something embarrassing. And how are you supposed to kiss when it's time?"

Isabela held her hands in front of her. "Take a deep breath and keep it together, big girl. No one would dare crash your wedding. I'm pretty sure every guard in the city is going to be there." She couldn't keep back a chuckle as she added, "And Hawke will certainly do something embarrassing."

Aveline covered her face with her hand.

"As for the kiss," Isabela said, "just do what feels right. As long as it's not this." She illustrated by leaping forward at Aveline and throwing her arms around the big woman's shoulders and opening her mouth widely as if she was going to devour her.

"Ugh, get off!" Aveline said, but she was laughing as she tried -- not very hard -- to push Isabela away. "I would never do such a thing."

"Just making sure," Isabela teased, kissing Aveline on the head. "Whatever you decide, I'm sure it'll be perfect."

"As long as Hawke doesn't ruin it," Aveline added.

"Whatever Hawke may do," Isabela replied, "I'm sure ruin isn't part of it."