As he looked over the clothing he'd just changed into, and the bowl of paint he'd been given, it occurred to Axl that this didn't really match up to anything he'd ever heard about how getting married was supposed to work. Which made sense, really -- who knew how far away from earth they were at this point, so it wasn't like he expected anything to work the same way, but...

...well, as long as nobody was expecting him to know what the hell he was doing.

"Well, at least it doesn't look like it'll clash with my hair too badly," he joked.