The Headache Reception Preparation

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Setting: It's been a few months since Jack's scavenger hunt proposal, and now the reality of wedding planning has set in. Ariel, the meticulous planner and perfectionist, wants everything to be just right, while Jack, more of a "let's wing it" type, is just trying to stay out of the way. What should be a joyful time quickly turns into a series of headaches as their personalities clash—again.

Scene 1: The Venue War

Scene: Ariel and Jack sit in front of a table covered in brochures, each representing a different potential wedding venue. Ariel is staring at her laptop, eyes narrowed in concentration, while Jack is lounging in his chair, tossing a stress ball in the air.

Ariel: (frustrated) "Jack, we need to make a decision. The fall wedding season is filling up, and I don't want to end up getting married in a tacky banquet hall."

Jack: (nonchalantly) "Babe, what's wrong with the beach? It's laid-back, beautiful, and easy. We could have a bonfire, maybe even a volleyball net."

Ariel: (glaring at him) "Because, Jack, I'm not planning a wedding that involves volleyball. I want something elegant and meaningful, not a backyard barbecue."

Jack: (grinning, throwing his hands up in mock surrender) "Okay, no volleyball. But you know how I feel about fancy venues. I just want it to be fun, not stiff."

Ariel: (pinching the bridge of her nose) "Fun is fine, but we need structure. We have guests to think about, catering, seating arrangements—"

Jack: (cutting in, trying to lighten the mood) "—and a killer DJ. I know this guy from college, he does weddings, bar mitzvahs, karaoke nights—"

Ariel: (interrupting, sternly) "Absolutely not."

Jack: (laughing) "Fine, but you know you're going to hear me out on the music."

Ariel: "If by 'hear you out' you mean we're going to have a respectable playlist, then sure."

They both sigh, realizing this isn't going to be an easy compromise.

Scene 2: The Guest List Showdown

Scene: Ariel sits with a meticulously typed-out guest list, each name checked and double-checked. Jack, meanwhile, casually jots names down on a napkin.

Ariel: (serious) "We need to cap the guest list at 100. If we don't, the reception hall won't be able to accommodate everyone, and it'll turn into chaos."

Jack: (looking over at his napkin, oblivious) "100? What, we're not inviting the whole soccer team? What about my cousins? You know how big my family is."

Ariel: (eyeing the napkin with disdain) "We can't invite every person you've ever met, Jack. Weddings are expensive, and we have to be practical."

Jack: (grinning, trying to play it cool) "Hey, I'm a people person. What can I say?"

Ariel: (with a sigh) "Yes, I know. But you're not going to fit 'the whole squad' into the reception hall. It's just not feasible."

Jack: (teasingly) "Fine, I'll whittle it down. But don't be mad if Aunt Debbie slips in with a plus-five."

Ariel: "If Aunt Debbie slips in with a plus-anything, I'm putting you on cake-cutting duty for the rest of the night."

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