“What’s this?”

“I wanted to give you my wedding invitation personally.”

She pauses,

“Is she nice?”

“…She kicks puppies and makes old women help her across the street.”

“Wow. She pretty at least?”

“Nope, hideous. Covered in pimples, never washes her hair.”

She grins, glances at the cardstock.

“And Pam?! What kinda name is Pam?!”