Cake cutting of epic Excalibur proportions.
After jumping the sword with my husband, my belt slipped off. And because we'd just had our handfasting, we couldn't fix it without help from someone in the audience! -_-
Your magic belt just thought it was much (much) later in the evening and was trying to help you out. Oh magic belt, sexytimes come later!
My husband really wanted a sword in the stone cake, he didn't see it until the reception (we we're married at Disney World) and was very happy that he finally got to pretend to be King Arthur.
FOR THE SHIIIREEEEE!! Hmm... FOR NARNIAAAAA!
Oh wait: FOR CAMELOOOOOOTTTTT!! There we go.