"Honestly, I'm really not good at organizing weddings. If it were a funeral, I'd do much better."
Gin hugged an oak barrel of mead and poured the golden liquid into her own and the man's horn cups, looking a little helpless. "As for whether it went smoothly... Deadpool and Shakara couldn't even get their wedding photos taken at first, because the photographer vomited so badly he ended up in the emergency room. In the end, he could only take the pictures wearing his uniform and mask, with a suit over them."
As she spoke, the corners of Gin's mouth turned downward as well, as though she were imagining just how disgusting that scene must have been.
"People say marriage is the grave of love, so in a way, there's nothing wrong with holding a wedding like a funeral." Su Ming poked at the roast meat in his bowl, trying to dip it in even more chili sauce to go with his meal. "Harley originally said she'd help, but she's gone off somewhere else to have fun again lately. She always acts on whatever whim strikes her."
There was nothing particularly noteworthy on the TV news. It seemed that Maine on Earth-40K was fairly peaceful, at least unlike those Maine towns in the Dark Tower Multiverse, where all sorts of strange things happened.
The Adjutant's surveillance of Earth mainly covered the surface and places with cameras. Yet people always found bodies in sewers, rivers, lakes, and oceans, or bodies were discovered by others. So watching TV news to supplement their intelligence from an ordinary citizen's perspective was inevitable.
"Harley..." At the mention of the little lunatic, Gin smiled. "That girl is unlike every woman I've ever met. I even feel she's wiser than Hera herself. I can't say why. It's just