Sal's Universe, Las Vegas, Nevada.

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Sal sneezes, wondering if she doesn't have a slight allergy to Kurt's bamf-smoke, and looks around. Sure enough, it was Las Vegas. Fremont Street's overhead screens glittered with scenes of fireworks and flashing lights. It was energizing and exciting.

"Oh wow," she said, looking at the sheer mass of light around her. Port aux Basques it wasn't. This was an amazing place that was just alive.

And here was where she was going to get married.

The prospect was quite thrilling; but she wondered if this wasn't entirely hokey.

But all it took really was to turn to Kurt and simply look at him and know that this was exactly what she wanted. She could see the lights reflected in his monochromatic yet very expressive eyes.

"I don't even have a hairbrush," she muttered to herself, feeling suddenly very homely and in no fit state to be wed.

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She snorted. "I consider those just part and parcel of the whole deal, y'know?"

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He chuckled, then looked up at the waiter with a grin as the man brought the huge lobster and set it down, then arrainged the trimmings all around it. "Danke shone."

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Sal looked at the lobster with awe. The thing was massive, and she wondered where, between the two of them, they would put it. She had a healthy appetite, but even this was pushing it.

She flipped the claw cracker open and shut again in her hand. "We're gonna be here forever," she mused.

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"Ve have all night." He grinned and took off his jacket, then rolled up his sleeves.

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"True," she said, reaching for one of the crustacean's massive claws and separating it with a practiced flick of the wrist. "Want this?"

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"Danke." His smile was tender as he took it and made some comment about it being sweeter because she opened it.

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She blushed at his words and claimed the other claw for herself, then set to work with the cracker. Sal was well versed in consuming the typical two-pound lobsters one could buy in Halifax by the boxful, but this beast was quite the challenge. She had to actually crack the claw directly in half for easy handling.

It was an engrossing task, but when finally she managed to reach the meat, it was simply amazing.

"Wow," she said, leaning back and savouring the meal. "They don't make it like that back home."

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"Nein." He grinned and set to the task of removing the head from the tail.