"That's got to work for someone out there," Annie sighed, trying simultaneously not to be judgmental about Luther's ape body while also whole-heartedly believing that somewhere, in some universe, there was a woman who couldn't care less if he was all hairy and primate-y. "I have a feeling my bachelorette party's gonna make up for the lack of sleaze, for the record."

Like. She just...had a feeling, based on her (beloved, hand-picked, cherished, but kind of delightedly sleazy) Maid of Honor.