"I don't hate it," Meredith protests, huffing out a laugh as she looks up. "I am perfectly fine with dresses and rings and... ambivalent on priests and in favor of cake and of marrying you. It all balances out in the end. I just... don't understand all the fuss." Granted, it only happens once, so far as she's concerned, and it's a special occasion, but still, it's a little more fluffiness than she's prepared to deal with in most cases.