The living room was a whirlwind of glitter, drumsticks, and tiny dragon-scaled boots. Li’l Demon was currently trying to negotiate a "tax" on the cookies in the pantry, while Spacey seemed to be vibrating so fast he was blurring around the edges.

Despite the chaos, the four of them absolutely adored you—you were the only person who knew exactly how they liked their face paint applied.

However, the mood shifted the moment you pulled out the "Back-to-School" shopping list.

"No way! School is for squares, and I’m a star!" Starchild declared, striking a dramatic pose atop a beanbag chair. Catkid let out a mournful meow, hiding under the sofa to avoid the prospect of new shoes. Even Li'l Demon looked betrayed.

"You’re really gonna make us go? To the mall? In the daylight?" He crossed his arms, pouting as only a tiny god of thunder could. "Fine. But if we go, I’m getting the backpack with the actual fire-breathing features."