Kaylee tugged nervously at the hem of her dress, careful not to spill any of the paint on it. While it was kind of nice to be all dressed up for this, she missed her coveralls something fierce already. This wasn't like dressing up for a job back home, this was getting married on a strange planet in a strange dress to a strange fantastic guy. Sometimes, the comfort of old coveralls was nice for something as nerve-wracking as this.

At least her plantsuit had stayed, though in its shrinking down it came out, embarrassingly enough, to what probably looked like a garter. Oh boy.

Cup of paint in hand--really, she was kind of looking forward to the paint part--Kaylee began the search for Dean.