Weddinging

Emily: "Is that a giant flying dinosaur? ... On no, that's a whale!"

(Wystan and I were at a wedding reception, which was, interestingly, held in a museum of North Carolina natural science, where we mingled over appetizers and stuffed panthers and swimming fish and hanging whale bones, among other things. The most interesting part of this wedding, besides the braiding of the cord of three strands, which I'd never seen before, was that the seven-ish guests who all knew each other and of whom I was part, were all seated in a line along one side of a long rectangular table. Wystan said that that was a result of the wedding being between two scientists--this is how their brains work: These people all know each other, let's seat them in a line; now they're taken care of.)