"Can we talk about the wedding again?" Bertha requested. "All of this Savant stuff is making my head hurt..."

"Oh, whoops." Herta said, then turned to you. "We got a bit carried away. Didn't we, Master~?"

"Don't lump me with the likes of you." You grope her under the table, your words and actions holding enough 'harshness' to force out a cute sound out of her lips. You then turn to Bertha, composing your tone to something friendlier after shooting an apologetic look to your Warrior woman. "I know you've been wanting to learn more about weddings ever since Aila talked about it with us three. I'll answer as much as I know about how they worked in my old world."

"Master, why are you nice to her after you yelled at me!" Herta asked, a pleased tilt in her voice. "That's so unfair!"

"Shut it, you useless goddess." You replied.

"Kyaah, Master is being mean to me again~!" Herta exclaimed with a flush of excitement.

"Hey Master, I'm, like," Bertha said with a smile, "Looking forward to having a stud like you 'teach' me more about weddings~" She granted you a flirty wink.

The wedding's details were discussed again. Behind the topics you already covered, now the location, decorations, the attire and meals that were going to be served, were all brushed upon. Of these, the latter two were already accounted for (mostly by Gerty and Bertha) but the former was more open to consideration.

"So," Bertha continued to hold her smile "Are you guys excited or what? I personally wanna try whipping all the tasty recipes I've been thinking about!"

"I'm looking forward to what you have in store, Bertha." You said with a smile. Your birthday didn't feel like it was long ago but you were still in the mood for some good food; something which Bertha excelled at.

"As long as Master likes the food, I don't mind what I'm being served." Herta smiled. She rarely ate anything other than your 'protein', not caring much for actual sustenance.

"I get that." Bertha nodded. "But, like, if you had to eat, what would you wanna have?"

"Hm." Herta pondered as she closed her eyes. She opened them with a wistful expression. "As a goddess, I don't need to eat. It isn't bad for me to eat every once in a while, there's just no reason for me to. But if I had to choose, I'd like to eat anything that's glazed and coated with Master's thick, white, creamy-"

More than once you had to steer the conversation whenever Herta dragged her fetishes into it.

Thankfully normal topics were picked such as location. As you and Herta stated earlier, high elves weren't as in tune with the forests as their wood elf cousins. But outdoor weddings weren't too unpopular these days in elvish culture, at least according to Aila.