Iden had taken the day off at the shop, but hadn't told Michael that. Instead, he had spent the better part of the day whipping up a four course northern Italian meal. When Michael arrived, he would find most of the living room magically cleared, Inky away at Moira's house, a fire in the fireplace, and a beautifully set table near said fire. Iden closely monitored the panna cotta as it cooked and poured it into its dishes to set. It looked suspiciously like everything was just about ready... not that he actually knew exactly when Michael was due in from work.
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"Of course not," he said. "We should have her and Fred over for dinner sometime."
It occurred to Michael, that he didn't know who he'd ask to be his Best Man or Matron (or whatever). He figured that asking Mandy was right out. She didn't seem too fond of Michael and Iden's relationship. But he really hadn't kept in touch with many people.
"I guess I better start thinking about my own Best Man or whatever."
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