Jonathan!
Edgar was getting married! Oh, she still couldn't believe it (mostly because they were both so young, but! Love knew no boundaries, Megan liked to tell herself), and she'd been having far too much fun helping Mrs. Bones with things, along with meeting Gillian's parents, and, just---sigh. It was really nice. Megan was a natural planner, it was one of the things that made her a good teacher, so she of course volunteered her services! How couldn't she? Edgar was as good as her little brother (though she'd never say anything like that to Macon, even though he'd probably understand, but still. Merlin), and that meant Gillian would be like a sister, and, yes.

She had to help.

And it was next week. Exactly! Megan closed her journal with a snap and flounced to the kitchen, looking for the sprinkles to send to Amelia. It must be that time of the month---sometimes Megan could eat pudding and popcorn when that rolled around, so. She completely understood Amelia's cravings.

"Jonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnathan," she called, frowning at the lack of St. Patrick's sprinkles. They should be sitting right between the Valentine's and Easter ones, but, there were nowhere to be seen. Her hands tugged her up a bit to look further into the cabinet, and Megan leaned back to call through the house again, "Jooooooooooooooonathaaaaaaaaaan!"