It is kind of odd how things happen but there they are, standing on the bridge of the Emendation, Twila looking about as nervous as they get. She's been pacing, waiting for someone to arrive, most likely someone who can officiate the rather impromptu wedding. She's dressed in a black flightsuit (it's all the rage among blushing young brides, after all) and she is holding a rather mangled flower of some kind in her hand, perhaps pilfered from a vase somewhere on the ship. The chaplain continues, "Very well. May I have the names of the bride and groom so I may begin?" (The End)