Brakelatabasaasta was glad to see so many people showing up to his wedding. After seeing the turn-out at the pre-ceremony get-together thing, his hopes for a large congregation had dwindled.
But there were a good number of people filing in through the door now, and Brakelatabasaasta wanted to go meet them. Brakelatabasaasta started to the door of the dressing room, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. Tim's hand. "Not yet, Brake. You don't go out until the ceremony begins, and you shouldn't mingle with the guests until the reception."
"But what about that guy?" Brakelatabasaasta asked. "The guy who was all 'mneh mneh mneh dirty unsanitary unsafe smugness mneh'?"
"He's... an exception." said Tim. "I don't know. You shouldn't have been out in the main area during that time, anyway. Just stay here for now. Let the guests talk amongst themselves; you've got a lot to prepare for!"
Brakelatabasaasta turned and sat down in the nearest chair. "Oh, okay then," he said dejectedly. "I'll just sit here and... read a book or something."
Brakelatabasaasta picked up a copy of the Webster's Dictionary, turned to a random page, and began to read. Meanwhile, the guests kept coming...