When Adrien stepped out of the limo, his first thought was, ‘This is…grand.’

Which was true. He would’ve never pegged Nino as the kind of person who’d go for the whole nine yards for his own wedding. The outside of the church had two large flower bouquets on either side of the door and the inside was packed with more people than he would’ve thought Nino would know. On the church lawn, at least five photographers lounged, casually talking to one another or lazily snapping pictures of the guests arriving. At the entrance of the church was Nino, pacing back and forth nervously with a cigarette between his fingers. Adrien’s eyebrows lifted marginally; he didn’t think Nino would be the type to smoke. With a jolt, he realised that he’d been away for longer than he realised. Fixing his collar and smoothing his tuxedo, he strode towards the front of the church.

As he did, the photographers began nudging one another and pointing at him. Not long after that, all the photographers began murmuring with the other and several of them even snapped a couple photos. Adrien ignored them and never broke his stride. Several paces from the doors, he was stopped by a tiny photographer with three cameras around his neck which looked heavy enough that he should have been stooping.

“Excusez moi,” the photographer began. “Are you, by any chance, Adrien Agreste? Son of Gabriel Agreste?”

“I am those, yes.”

Excitedly, the photographers began crowding him, calling for his picture. Adrien looked down and held up a hand to shield his face. “Please move,” he said, to no avail. What looked like five photographers felt like far more. He hadn’t felt like this since he first took part in the company and he felt his throat tighten as they encroached deeper within his personal space.

Just as he was about to yell out, someone else did the yelling. “Hey, hey! Don’t bother my guests! You were hired to take their pictures, not hound them like starving dogs!” Nino appeared with Adrien’s bodyguard, both bodily pushing the photographers away. “Adrien! You came!” Instantly, Adrien was swept into a huge hug that made his ribs squeak in protest.

“Nino!” Adrien gasped. Nino dropped him and led him to the front of the doors of the church.

“He’s with me,” he told the people at the front desk, who nodded and turned back to their invitation lists. “I didn’t know you smoked,” Adrien nodded at the cigarette still between his fingers.

Nino grinned and tapped the lit end to his sleeve. “Electronic cigarettes. Trying to break the habit; Alya doesn’t like it.” Then he jumped, as though just remembering something.

“Adrien! My god, I had no idea you’d be coming!” He hugged Adrien tightly again and this time Adrien just laughed along. The once-gangly teen had filled out and was built like a barrel, with a wide chest and large hands. He never would’ve known when they were kids. “Man, you're skinny!” Nino commented as he dropped his best friend, eyeing him with concern. “Have you been eating right?”

“I have, don’t worry. Look at you, you world famous director! I thought you said you hated film school!” he punched Nino’s arm playfully. It felt like punching steak.

“I did, initially,” Nino looked down bashfully. “I was even thinking about dropping out, if Alya hadn’t said she’d refuse to see me anymore if I did. For someone so tiny, she's scary.”

Adrien threw his head back and laughed, his first sincere one in a long time. “She's always demanding, isn’t she? Ever since school.” His mind flashed a memory of Lady Wifi and he shook his head; now was not the time.“And this wedding,” he let out a whistle as he peeked inside. “That’s a lot of people.”

His friend laughed. “Man, after this you don’t even need to bother giving me a present. Just you being here is the best thing you could’ve given me!”

“So you don’t want the extremely expensive present I bought especially for you?”

“Well…” Nino playfully considered, “I wouldn’t refuse it.”

“Do you want it now?”

“Really?”

“I have it in my pocket right now.”

“How expensive could it be if you could have it in your pocket,” Nino asked doubtfully.

“My friend,” Adrien draped an arm around his friend’s shoulders. “You should know that good things come in small packages.”

“Okay, okay. Gimme it.”

“Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

Nino did as he was told. Then in his right hand, he felt something smooth like metal, still warm from being inside Adrien’s pocket. He ran his fingers over it. “Adrien I told you I'm quitting the smoking thing,” he said with his eyes still closed. “Hey, I didn’t even know you smoked. Open your eyes.”

He opened them and in his right hand was a cylindrical thing made of chrome about three inches long, with an elaborate cap. “I'm sorry to say, I'm going to need a lot more than this to get me drunk,” he laughed as he twisted the cap open…only to reveal a bubble wand. He stared at it for a couple minutes before howling with laughter. His laughter was so loud that the guests inside turned to see what was going on. “Are you serious? Get in there and take your seat!”