They do and a real fight erupts this time, which ends in a giant hole in the wall of the Need/Want that contains a mummified hand. (Thankfully, this is not part of the whole thing. Totally a surprise mummy hand.)
Christie: "Like my dress? Kenya made it."
Stahma: "She does have an... amazing touch."
Kenya: "I wore it for my own wedding. Hope yours doesn't end in abuse and abandonment!"
Stahma: "I bet you looked... ravishing."
Kenya: "You okay?"
Stahma: "Something in my eye. Called horniness!"
Stahma: "Christie, I understand that a human mother of the bride gives her daughter something borrowed for the ceremony?"
Christie: "I guess so. We're both about equally familiar with human traditions."
Stahma: "Well, I wanted to do that so you'll fixate on me like an orphaned duckling and we're already 75% there, so just go with it."
Christie: "I'm Christie McCawley, that is my entire deal."
Stahma: "We were only allowed to bring three items onto the Arks. So I took my family gem, my diary and this -- it's called a telo."
Christie: "I'm clearly not looking at this thing right. It looks like an iron mask meant to blind me."
Stahma: "Yeah, isn't it great? Let me put it on your face so you won't have a face or be able to see anything that's going on. That's what it's like to be a Castithan woman!"
Christie: "Man, I really blew my wad on that whole group-schvitz thing."
Stahma: "The Casti word for daughter-in-law is hanya tavo, meaning heart daughter. That's you now, Christie. My hanya tavo."
Christie: "What I am is fucking freaking out. How did I manage to get claustrophobia just from a hat? I can't see anything!"
"You're not supposed to. In Castithan tradition, the bride is blind until her betrothed opens her eyes at the end of the ceremony. I'll never forget the moment my handmaidens lifted my telo. At first, the light was so bright. But then, after a moment, he came into focus. My new husband. It was magical."
It is repulsive, but again: Not in a surprising way, and more importantly, not that far off from human tradition. It's just like a weaponized wedding veil, right? And there's something kind of nice about the light resolving into the first and last thing you're ever going to see. If it weren't for the horrifying sexism and all, I mean. Maybe just turn out the lights and then nobody has to wear awful heavy masks or something.