Ooh, and now she can read it!

It's a beautifully eloquent love poem.

Awwwwwww!!!

He finally notices her.

"Hi!"

"Hi! That's very pretty."

"I try." He scoops her into his lap and snuggles her.

Eee.

"Mm. You're cozy. And adorable. And good at art."

"I pride myself on all of these qualities!"

She kisses him. "Izaneth made me a bigger bed, wanna come see?"

"Ooh. I would love to."

"He also made me these pretty clothes!" she says, hopping out of his lap and twirling. Her skirt gleams as though dusted with tiny stars.

"I thought you were even more lovely than usual somehow."

"Awwww." Kiss. And back to her room to show off her new bed.

It's big. Like, she could have a cuddlepile with eight of her new friends and room to spare, kind of big.

"Wow.

...I feel like we should maybe be inviting more people, to appreciate this bed properly."

"I like the way you think."

He kisses her. "I think I could find Fythkyre pretty easily."

"You have the best ideas." Kiss.

Kiss. "Any other thoughts for who?"

"Mmmmm. Oh, you know who I haven't been introduced to yet and would like to be, is that one guy who really likes fire - he's a little shorter than you, reddish-purple skin, blue hair, nice eyelashes?"

"Oh, I think I know who you're talking about--his name's Frixar. I'm not sure I know where he is but I can certainly try."

"I think I caught a glimpse of him in the common room earlier."

"Alright," he says, and kisses her, and leaves to find Fythkyre and Frixar.

A few minutes later he opens the door again and calls, "Success!" while flanked by the other two demons.

Nerine has taken her clothes off in the interim. They are such pretty clothes. She'd rather not ruin them.

"Hiiiii."

"Hello," Fythkyre says.

"I hear you're winning the contest. Can't say I'm surprised."