Windsor's POV
Zamari jumped to his feet with infectious enthusiasm. "This definitely calls for a celebration!" He headed straight for the kitchen, his energy filling the room.
Jade let out an exaggerated groan, though her smile betrayed her amusement. "Zamari, do not touch that bottle from the winter vault," she called after him, already knowing his intentions.
"I'm not making any promises!" came his voice from the kitchen as he disappeared around the corner.
Zion shook his head, clearly amused despite trying to hide it behind his water glass. Jelly bounced in her seat, clapping her small hands together. "Celebration means pink juice, right?"
"You'll get juice," Zion assured her, slipping naturally into his protective role. "But definitely no alcohol for you."
