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Flora’s grin flares brighter at that, because prizes for survivors is exactly the sort of detail that turns a perfectly good bounce house into a proper wedding event. "And bottles of fountain water for the losers," she adds, already imagining the dramatic awarding of them to people who have had someone bounce on their head, before chuckling and nodding emphatically. "Approved."
She lets her gaze linger slyly on Melita for a moment, working from the small handful of things she knows about Iskra and trying not to make the curiosity too obvious beneath the easy shape of her smile. "Well, I’m sure we can find more judges if he’d prefer to be in on the festivities," Flora says, because honestly, the more adults bouncing around in formalwear, the better. At the thought of her dads, she snickers and nods. "Oh yeah, for sure. Have you ever seen Remi in his raccoon shift? You’d literally never know it was him, he’s so different."
Considering the rest of the family, Flora tilts her head slightly, fingers drawing idle patterns through the starlit water. "I dunno about Mateo or Enzo, but for sure the twins would. Though they’d probably try and steal from everyone while they were in there, or bring in a bunch of frogs or something stupid like that." Glancing back at Melita, her mouth pulls crooked with fond exasperation. "Did you hear about that? They aged themselves up on their own and the first thing they did when walking home from the shrine was set off the cannon on the docks."
She lets her gaze linger slyly on Melita for a moment, working from the small handful of things she knows about Iskra and trying not to make the curiosity too obvious beneath the easy shape of her smile. "Well, I’m sure we can find more judges if he’d prefer to be in on the festivities," Flora says, because honestly, the more adults bouncing around in formalwear, the better. At the thought of her dads, she snickers and nods. "Oh yeah, for sure. Have you ever seen Remi in his raccoon shift? You’d literally never know it was him, he’s so different."
Considering the rest of the family, Flora tilts her head slightly, fingers drawing idle patterns through the starlit water. "I dunno about Mateo or Enzo, but for sure the twins would. Though they’d probably try and steal from everyone while they were in there, or bring in a bunch of frogs or something stupid like that." Glancing back at Melita, her mouth pulls crooked with fond exasperation. "Did you hear about that? They aged themselves up on their own and the first thing they did when walking home from the shrine was set off the cannon on the docks."
The rumors are terrible and cruel
But honey, most of them are true
But honey, most of them are true
