The Ritual Adric hid in a corner. So Turlough had to help Nyssa onto the bar to throw her bouquet. Companions, fanfic writers and mary-sues dived for it, but Iris was triumphant. 'Now the garter,' Turlough said. 'Oh no.' Adric tried to back away, but Francois pushed him towards the bar. Nyssa smiled. He closed his eyes, and carefully stuck his hand up the folds of her dress. His fingers closed on something metallic, and he emerged with... 'A machine gu-?' The regulars dived under tables until the shooting stopped. Maguire was the first to emerge. 'Twice in one day? Really, Nyssa...'