Jesus, Medieval Times sounded geeky as fuck and Nick was starting to realize it. As Kate repeated the name he just scratched the back of his head, one eye closed as he thought over it; it definitely wasn't her sort of thing, was it? Then again, he knew quite well that she wasn't about to run off, either-- and even if she did, he'd be running after her anyway, so it was whatever. Her smile reassured him, and pretty soon they were all headed out the door and he was perfectly content with everything. Family time, right? Minus Nat, but... well, he'd try to be positive. Just for one night.
At Avery's expression he rolled his eyes, though. "No one's protesting, Avery, don't be ridiculous," he said, clearly seeing straight through that routine. He had quite an adorable face, sure, but unfortunately for him it'd stopped working on most of the Aldebarans years ago, himself included. Being his twin brother provided him an immunity to those sorts of looks, and in the end made him want to disagree more than anything. But today he had a good sense of humor so he just shook his head, laughing under his breath.
"Yeah, yeah, let's book it," he said with a nod, ready to get the hell over there. There was something about the suite that felt almost stifling; while on one hand he wanted to stick around, on the other he just felt like getting out for once. Removing his mind from the chaos that was this weekend and would inevitably be the following day, too. Shit. Wedding. What the actual fuck. Pretty soon they were out the front door, though, and heading quickly down the strip towards this weird place.