"Collect weddings," Reno chuckled, and it wasn't entirely clear if he was snuggling back against Rikku, or if he was leaning against her so he wouldn't fall over, but there was physical contact that looked more or less to be snuggly, and his head was going to hate him passionately in the morning.

"Like, alllll of 'em. Get married five more times on the ship, an' then photocopy all the weddin' paper thingers an' send 'em to... like... Tseng. And your ol' man. An' junk."

Yes, brilliant idea.