[ Six glorious weeks until their wedding. Iris could almost pinch herself: in six weeks, she would be Iris West-Allen (a hyphenator, like future-her had been. Or will be.)
In the meantime, though, she's got a whole binder with tasks that need to be completed. She could've taken the weight off her shoulders and hired a wedding planner. Linda had been hinting it for weeks. Get a planner and let the planner worry about the caterer. And the venue. And the dress. And literally anything and everything.
One small problem: Iris is also a perfectionist at heart, and she'll only feel super satisfied if she's had a say in everything. No planner can call her for every little detail - and this time, she's even managed to drag Barry along for the ride. They're taking the rest of the afternoon off to meet with their caterer, and of course, the florist.
She doubts her Bear really has a strong opinion on her bouquet, let alone the arrangements that'll be present in their grand hall, but the food? Well. Might as well save the good stuff for last, right?
So she saunters into his CSI lab, just like old times, and reaches for his coffee to take a sip. Some things never change. ]
[ Barry is writing out notes on the lab tests he had run that day when Iris enters the lab. He looks up and throws a grin her way and has to remind himself not to rush the last of the notes so fast that he breaks the pen or rips the paper like he has too many times for his own good. But really now who could blame him for wanting to speed along paperwork at top knot? Especially when there's a very special lady here to grab him on the way to some very important business? ]
Just about!
[ A very familiar gust follows and in the blink of an eye his papers are done and sitting in a folder on his desk. Barry is by her side slipping his jacket over his shoulders and double checking his pockets to make sure he has his phone and wallet. ]
[ she laughs, holding out her arm just so she can be that obnoxious person who walks hand-in-hand with her fiance. pda?? being obnoxiously in love?? iris does those all the time. ]
Now, you promise you'll try not to scarf it down in front of them this time? [ she raises both eyebrows, as if daring him to actually follow through. cake ordering is serious business - and she sure doesn't want their caterers to suspect anything. ] Because I might've gotten you two extra cakes. Just in case you end up liking this place more than we think.
[ She giggles, leaning in and savoring every moment of this, ] Don't forget to breathe. That's the most important part.
But yeah, two. I would've ordered three, but they were getting suss as it was.
[ Not that she could particularly blame them, considering how meticulous she'd been about her food and then, "oh btw, can I order two whole cakes on the side? Just... in case??" ]
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In the meantime, though, she's got a whole binder with tasks that need to be completed. She could've taken the weight off her shoulders and hired a wedding planner. Linda had been hinting it for weeks. Get a planner and let the planner worry about the caterer. And the venue. And the dress. And literally anything and everything.
One small problem: Iris is also a perfectionist at heart, and she'll only feel super satisfied if she's had a say in everything. No planner can call her for every little detail - and this time, she's even managed to drag Barry along for the ride. They're taking the rest of the afternoon off to meet with their caterer, and of course, the florist.
She doubts her Bear really has a strong opinion on her bouquet, let alone the arrangements that'll be present in their grand hall, but the food? Well. Might as well save the good stuff for last, right?
So she saunters into his CSI lab, just like old times, and reaches for his coffee to take a sip. Some things never change. ]
Ready to head out?
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Just about!
[ A very familiar gust follows and in the blink of an eye his papers are done and sitting in a folder on his desk. Barry is by her side slipping his jacket over his shoulders and double checking his pockets to make sure he has his phone and wallet. ]
Caterer day. [ He says it like it's a holiday. ]
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[ she laughs, holding out her arm just so she can be that obnoxious person who walks hand-in-hand with her fiance. pda?? being obnoxiously in love?? iris does those all the time. ]
Now, you promise you'll try not to scarf it down in front of them this time? [ she raises both eyebrows, as if daring him to actually follow through. cake ordering is serious business - and she sure doesn't want their caterers to suspect anything. ] Because I might've gotten you two extra cakes. Just in case you end up liking this place more than we think.
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Two extra? [ He laughs. He won't deny that it's best she grabbed two instead of just one. ]
I'll try my best. This time only small bites and put the fork down between each one. [ He recites. ]
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But yeah, two. I would've ordered three, but they were getting suss as it was.
[ Not that she could particularly blame them, considering how meticulous she'd been about her food and then, "oh btw, can I order two whole cakes on the side? Just... in case??" ]