"Ah, got something." Stuffed way in the back, like some house elf hopes that they won't find it, is a bottle of spiced rum. "Cheers," she says. She opens the bottle, takes a rather large drink, and holds it out to her brand-new spouse. "Tell me about it. I'm Chiana." She glares downwards. "And I don't know about you, but I need to get out of this frelling dress."