To Whom It May Concern:
Don't send me strange journals. It gives Elizabeth ideas. For example: this journal gave her the idea to start organizing the bridesmaids. Possibly by hair colour. This isn't acceptable, ladies and gentlemen. My state of nearly-wedded bliss depends on no one giving Elizabeth ideas. She has quite enough already.
Don't tell her I said that.
Now she's talking about begonias. I'm not sure what begonias have to do with anything, but it's probably this journal's fault.
Rabastan? The next time I see you, I may have to kill you. Wedding catalogues make deadly weapons. Elizabeth dropped four of them on my head a few days ago, so I ought to know.