The Debutante Ball didn't end with a bang; it ended with the collective groan of five hundred people realizing their corsets were too tight and their political alliances were in shambles.
The "Daycare Delegation" was exiting the palace like a retreating army that had looted a candy store.
Finn was currently a shade of green that clashed with the royal carpets. He was clutching his stomach, his top hat askew.
"I regret nothing," Finn groaned, leaning heavily on Jax. "Except the third strawberry. That was a tactical error."
"I told you the viscosity was too high," Jasper (Snake) noted, walking briskly with a stack of napkins he had stolen for "research purposes."
Vali had fallen asleep while walking. Lord Rurik simply scooped up his son, tossing the snoring wolf-cub over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"We ride!" Rurik boomed quietly. "To the land of soft pants!"
Silas had already vanished, presumably melting into the shadows to avoid the traffic jam of carriages.
