"What are those like?" wonders Harley. "I've never been in them!"

"They're dumb, you just sit in them and you have to be quiet and not kick the seat and sometimes they make me throw up."

"That is dumb," says Harley. "Somebody should fix it!"

"Dad says when the Masquerade is fiiiiinally over we can start having magic stuff even to go places like Burning Man where regular humans will see, but it's not quite yet."

"Yeah! I like them. Planes are even faster, so it should be funner, but you're all boxed up."

"Maybe somebody'll make better planes," Harley says optimistically.

"They're faster than they used to be, anyway, it used to be it would take like all day to get from here to Black Rock City but now it's just a couple hours once you're on the plane."

"That's a start!"

"Yeah." They're starting to run out of snow to make the village; Zeus starts patting down the spaces between them into roads.

Harley busies himself scuplting further details onto the houses. They can have little roofs! With tiny, tiny icicles!

Zeus approves! "I like playing in the snow. Once I'm twelve I can floof and then I don't even have to wear a coat anymore!"

"Awesome," says Harley. "Plus you'll be floofy!"

"Yeah! I dunno what color I'm gonna be. I hope it's a good color."

"Elsie could find out, I bet!" says Harley.

"Would she bother?"

Elspeth pokes her head out of her window, and spends a square for an illusion of Zeus's forthcoming wolf form near where they're playing. He is going to be cinnamon-brown with black feet and a black muzzle, apparently.

"...Hi Your Highness thank you!" says Zeus after a moment's stunned pause.

"Well, you have to wait five years," shrugs Zeus, "or so, and then I have to find a vampire to trigger me. But then you can!"

Harley beams. And hugs the non-floofy Zeus, preemptively.

Zeus laughs and hugs him back.

Hugs!

"You should stay here a while and we can play all the time," Zeus says.