( playfully, she hip checks him, holding up her free hand to wiggle her fingers, showing off the back of it. )

I didn't even get my henna done.

( somewhere her zoroastrian ancestors are screaming about tradition. thankfully, parisa has given them plenty to scream about over the years, and since parisa has shown no real signs of becoming a particularly respectable persian girl, they've probably gone hoarse by now. sighing over dramatically she laments, ) I suppose we should just skip to the honeymoon, then. What do you think — Mykonos? The Maldives?

( she does languidly walk them to the alcohol portion of the feast tables, looking for an appropriate bottle of wine. )