Cade -rather than being cowed by his brother's glower- threw up his hands in exasperation before stalking out of the elder's room.  Casey let out a silent sigh as his counterpart explained over the phone the particulars of plotting the wedding.  "Gods, I hope my brother can keep a lid on his temper."  He palmed his eyes.  "We'll make it though.  Nobody will start slinging spells before the magister."  He hoped he didn't sound as if he were trying to convince himself of it.<br/><br/>"Yes, black, white, and gold are fantastic.  I've got just the suit, I think.  I've got a groomsman in mind.  Not my brother, I think.  It'll be best if we keep he and Elaine as far apart as we're able, I suspect."  Which would -sadly- not be far enough to be out of hexing range.  "Father can walk a bit, but I'd like to have him in a wheelchair for the ceremony if it can be managed.  I can handle transport, as long as space goes into the planning.  Do you want to do a reception, or skip straight to the honeymoon?"  The words were out of his mouth almost before he'd thought them, and he winced inwardly at his selection of verbage.  There was no unspilling the milk, though.<br/><br/>He wandered back to the vest he'd laid down to set it away.  Gold.  He'd have a gold vest, and he'd have his tailor double-check his coat.  "I know a caterer that does some fantastic Thai food.  I'm useless for cakes though, I'm afraid."