Usagi was so glad she had her vision for the wedding. She'd absolutely take not being able to feel anything when she touched it over not being able to see or hear it all. She had cut herself, burned, and bruised herself from lack of feeling... anything, but she was more than happy to have been here.

She saw Makoto and immediately slumped on the taller girl from behind.

"Mako-chaaaaaaaaaan it's so late, can't we save the cleaning for tomorrow?" she whined, not allowed to help when she ended up dropping about ten plates because not being able to TELL when you were touching something meant you didn't realize when it was slippery and so very very capable of falling out of her hands. "You've done so much already," she insisted, wanting the other to rest.