Her smile brightened, somehow, at Spencer's words. Her world had always been cyclical, moving from one place and season and time to another and then back again. It had always been a comfort to her to have such a regular schedule. There was a neatness to it, a rightness, and she felt that mirrored in the perfect timing of Spencer and Luke's engagement. They would not get married in the fall, but that was less important to Hild. Weddings were less important in her mind here, where love was what mattered, not political ties and agreements.

"Fonts for wedding invitations," she echoed, laughing outright at the idea. Details were important; details were always important, sometimes more so than the message. But the details seemed to have exploded exponentially as the years passed.

"Oh, you'll have my opinions," Hild assured him, eyes still twinkling in amusement. "I would never keep those from you. And any help I can give, I willingly give. Do not hesitate to ask me. But isn't a cake just a cake? You pick the flavor you like best and that's all. What is stressful about this?" It was a honest question, because she honestly could not fathom it.