Hug. "Hi! It's good to see you."

"Yeah, same. How've the royals been treating you?"

"They're lovely. Not particularly usual, in any way, but that's no downside, really."

She lets go of her sister and turns to the prince. "You are vindicated," she says, mock-seriously.

"Count me not at all surprised." He shakes his glittery head dramatically.

"What's with the sparkle? Ahya, did you--"

"I'm not sorry."

"She's going to be sorry, though."

"Ahya, did you declare war on him?"

"Kinda yeah."

"Oh boy."

"It's okay, I intend to keep the destruction of property to a minimum. It will be a very civil war."

"...Okay."

"Are you skeptical of my ability to minimize property damage or of the wisdom of any course of action where minimizing property damage is relevant?"

"Definitely at least one of those things."

"I don't have to be wise, you know, that's the other side of the family."

"If you're unwise in relation to my sister then it suddenly becomes much more my job to clean up after."

"Oh, are you the sensible one?"

"Given that I haven't dumped glitter on anyone in the last Year I'm going to have to go with yes."

"It wasn't clear to me she makes a habit of it!"

"Well, she doesn't, but there you are, sparkling like crushed mica."

"Maybe it was Huan."

Huan snorts.

"She admitted it."

"She might be protecting Huan. The web of intrigue grows thicker."