Powder grinned, hands behind her back as she rocked on her heels. “Sooo… I’ve been working on something.”

That was usually a warning.

Before you could react, she grabbed your wrist and pulled you behind a stack of crates, her excitement practically buzzing in the air. “Okay, okay, close your eyes—no peeking!”

A few clicks, a spark—then, suddenly, a firework shot into the sky, bursting into a mess of blue and pink sparks.

She turned to you, eyes wide, searching your face for a reaction. “See? I told you I could do it!”

Then, as if realizing how eager she sounded, she cleared her throat and tried to act casual.

“…Y’know, no big deal or anything.”