ALESS:
Ra-Racolo, w-wait up. I should g-go first so I c-can
keep an eye out for Es. You’re n-not supposed to
see her b-b-before the wedding you know.

RACOLO:
I hate to burst your bubble but we woke up together this morning.

ALESS:
I d-d-didn’t hear that. Anyway, you must b-be a little nervous.

RACOLO:
No, actually I’m not.

ALESS: 

It’s OK if you are, I m-mean you’re g-g-getting married in
a few m-minutes so you have every r-right to be
n-nervous. I know I’m  n-nervous.

RACOLO: 

I’m telling you I’m not nervous.

ALESS: 

Then wh-why is your shirt b-buttoned all cock-eyed?

RACOLO: 

Huh?

ALESS: 

You m-m-missed a b-button. See? Right there.

ALESS: 

Let me d-do it. It’s p-part of my job as b-best man.

RACOLO: 

Who told you that?

ALESS: 

Har-Harmonia. She said I’m t-to make sure you’re on t-time
and pr-presentable. Now quit fidgeting so I c-can fix you.

RACOLO:
Yes sir!

ALESS:

…You know T-Tia called.

ALESS:
. . . She really wanted t-to b-b-be here for this,

b-but there wasn’t enough t-time …

RACOLO: 

I know, but it’s just as well. That sister of ours - she and I
get along a lot better when we’re not in the same place.

ALESS: 

I noticed. OK, there you g-go, you can tuck your shirt b-b-back
in now. Hey - wouldn’t it be gr-great if Grandma was here? 

RACOLO: 

Oh yeah, she’s finally getting what she wanted: me - married.

ALESS: 

I like t-to think, th-that with her p-p-powerful magic
she’s here somehow, only we c-can’t see her. 

RACOLO:
Anything’s possible. 

ALESS:
… You kn-know, sometimes I feel like she’s standing
r-right behind me.

RACOLO: 

Same here. Hey we better get moving. I don’t
want you to get in trouble with Harmonia.

ALESS: 

Heck n-no, I th-think she’s fierce. And you look p-perfectly 

pr-presentable to me. So let’s g-go get you married.