"Winter?"
"Shh."
"Winter?"
"Shh."
"Winter!"
Winter sighed and turned to look at him. Jacin was slouched in his seat, his elbows on the chair in front of him, his head in his hands, his fingers in his blond hair. "What, Jacin?"
"Remind me why we're here again?"
"Lower your voice, Jacin!"
He lowered his voice a decibel. "Why, Winter?"
"Because, Jacin, these are our friends. Friends do things for friends."
"Trust me. Scarlet and Wolf wouldn't even notice if we didn't come."
"Shh, Jacin! We're not supposed to be talking." She looked around quickly like she thought someone was going to come arrest them.
"It's a form of torture."
"It's not torture. It's sweet."
"There is nothing sweet about that kid's violin playing."
"It's adorable."
"It's squeaking."
Someone behind them shushed them, and Winter looked smug. "Now you really have to be quiet."
He sat quietly for a moment more, and when the song was done, Winter clapped enthusiastically. He sighed. "Can we go now, Winter?"
"No. Shh."
"Why can't we go? I think my ears are bleeding."
"Felix hasn't gone yet."
He looked blank.
"Felix. Scarlet and Wolf's son. You know that, Jacin."
"Right."
"Stop it, Jacin, you know what their son's name is!"
"I do."
"Right."
"Right."
She frowned, and he smiled ever so slightly and leaned over to kiss her forehead.
"I love you, princess."
She smiled and leaned her head against his shoulder, and he kissed her hair.
"Now can we please go?"