There was...a pause. Maybe some mild shifting. The sound of a suppressed laugh, probably not from Summer, and then a soft thwump sound like a swing pillow, then a nearly audible grin.

"Yeah, well," Summer finally said, "if Lucifer told you about how some cultures eat dogs, would you go up to anyone who had a puppy and ask what sort of preparation they preferred? General word of advice. You're the florist. The only thing you need to know about the wedding is what they want, what their budget is, where they should be delivered and when and what time."