[Kaylee, you are too adorable, what. Pepper's dimples are out in full force as she smiles from across the video feed.]

I have a little experience when it comes to trying to get large crowds of people moving in the same direction and eating the same canapes. If you'd like my help, you've got as much of it as you can stand.

Has Tony mentioned where my apartment is? You should come over. Right away. Bring friends, I have wine.

I have excellent taste in bribes, what can I say? But come over any evening you're free -- I've been spending afternoons in the Vault, but an excuse to stop trying to decipher other people's handwriting is always welcome.

You'll have to tell me all about wedding traditions for you, so we can work out a good blend with what's local.

[Absolutely a word. Pepper's dimples appear in full force for a moment.]

Excellent. The beautiful thing about complex blends of ceremonial styles is that you have free rein to pick all the bits you like best, and ignore the ones that irritate you. And I suppose with all of us isolated, you don't have to worry about offending Great Aunt Myrtle by leaving out her favourite fruitcake that everyone else takes home for use as paperweights.

[The isolation isn't the happiest of thoughts, admittedly, but Pepper appears determined to find and apply bright spots to it.]

When should I expect you? I'll make sure the wine is in good supply and the cat isn't too menacing.

That is is. Give me an hour or so to wrap up with the Vault, and I'll be waiting. Here.

[A little finger-sweeping later, and a map to Pepper's apartment pings its way over to Kaylee's comm.]