Quin laughed at her teasing. Sweets rarely did him wrong. At the request for something different, the sentimental reason had his smile softening, he agreed quickly. "Whatever it is you would like. I have a good frosting recipe for that. Blueberries fit the flavors well too." They would be in season about that time, fresh and juicy to make a compote for in between the layers.

To say Quin hadn't even thought that far ahead as to where to have the wedding, Dahlia brought up a very real predicament. If Dahlia wanted the wedding to be here, it would exclude his parents and sister from attending. He would obviously want them there for his wedding, but he hated to change Dahlia's vision for the day as well. "Irvingly? There's a nice little church there, I believe?" He supposed that didn't solve the problem of where to have a reception though. "Is there a place in London we could use?" Here there was the ballroom they could rent, but was there something of the like in the Alley or nearby? It certainly wouldn't be the same as the Potts family garden in all its glory, but maybe the could make something work.