"Right," Sean says, laughing quietly as he fervently ignores how the mention of the Council reminds him of Theresa and how she likely won't be present. It isn't right. "We c'n get it all fixed up f'r the occasion, sounds good ta me." He'd prefer a priest, of course, but short of hoping a suitable one drops out of the sky in the next few weeks, there's not much that they can do about that.