Pavilion

That show of affection from Sunny wasn't entirely expected, but not altogether unpleasant, either. Any doubts in his mind as to whether or not he was the first choice for this honor are instantly crushed, and Mag smiles as they make their slow approach towards Carl. This part of the wedding was always called 'giving away the bride'. Mag just never understood that at all, always thought the phrase just sounded stupid and archaic, but now, even though he isn't even remotely related to her, it suddenly makes perfect sense. Memories of the day her internship ended and she officially transferred to the Remnant/Empire come flying back, and a small, selfish part of him wonders if this is really a good idea. I mean, you never really got to know Carl like she did, so how do we know he's as good a guy as she thinks? What if-

Shut up, of course he's good enough for her, stupid! Vas doesn't employ scum, Charity wouldn't go to this much trouble over a butt-head, and Sunny wouldn't marry a jerk, so don't even go there. The time to be overprotective and paranoid passed a long time ago. Just trust her to be as bright and talented in matters of the heart as she was with matters of cables and steel, alright? Oh, and don't forget to actually let go of her arm when she gets to the altar, Maggy!