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Flora smiles at Melita in answer, the curve of it tugging so crookedly to one side that a dimple threatens to appear. "It did," she agrees softly. The Honeybee’s surprise has Flora chuckling, and she shrugs. "We both have big families, and we definitely want to put on a big party for everyone," she explains, one hand lifting from the water just enough for droplets to slide down her wrist and catch against the gold gathered there. "Plus, we were thinking of having it up in the amphitheatre, so we also need to figure out logistics and, y’know, ways to avoid people being eaten by dragons." She says it lightly, with the kind of breezy expression that suggests being eaten by dragons is just one of those minor wedding-planning wrinkles, somewhere between floral arrangements and seating charts.

When Melita circles back to channeling, Flora’s eyes widen, and she nods with immediate, emphatic agreement, the easy frivolity thinning into something sharper. "Exactly. I know some people have sent my dads thank-you letters, and obviously that’s better than nothing, but most don’t." Her mouth twists, not quite a sneer, though there is enough irritation in it to make the line of her jaw tighten beneath the damp fall of steam. "Then again, if someone woke me up in the middle of the night to throw me into danger, I’d expect a lot more than just a thank-you scribbled onto some parchment."

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But honey, most of them are true

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