Grantaire

"Oh yeah, that makes sense. In English the first two both start with 'de', but the last word doesn't, so it's added on to fit." He kisses Grantaire, then suddenly rolls over and fishes a little notepad and pen out of his nightstand. "So, okay, springtime," he says, writing down notes. "in my garden, not overly formal -- I'll ask Mercutio if he wants to be in it tomorrow when I let him know the news, I would like for him to be my best man or bridesmaid or ... flower girl, or whatever he wants to do."

Sorry if you still had plans on going to sleep right now, Grantaire. It's Planning Time.