( sound of fingers drumming against a tabletop can be heard, followed by a sigh )

I’m beginning to think I’m not very good at this. Perhaps it shouldn’t be blue; after all, it’s not traditional.

( after a beat it sounds as though she’s replying to herself, as if she’s been having a conversation with herself which honestly, she has )

Do I want to be traditional?

Yes, of course I do. I’m marrying him for those silly feeling things; it should be the proper way. Don’t you think?

I think so.

I do think so, don’t I?

Well then. ( there’s a sound of papers being scattered, a whump noise of books falling to the floor of her kitchen and a few clacks as her communicator falls down also ) I’ll be needing a wedding planner rather than try to do this myself then, won’t I?

Actually now that I think on it, we really should set a date for this thing …

( her chair makes a noise of being pushed when she hoists herself up and there’s a “crunch” noise when she steps on her device, she gasps but the feed cuts from being accidentally shut off )