She was saying thank you an awful lot and Alvin tried his best not to get bashful about it. He didn't feel like he was doing anything extraordinary and could tell she was sincere and that she had thought about this too. It was hard not to think about it, but he didn't want it to be something sad tonight, not when everyone was enjoying themselves. "It's not so bad." He admitted with a little shrug. Standing in for Calla's first dance, keeping an eye on Harry's Horrible Flirting, seeing his mother enjoying herself, it was worth it.

"Calla and I agreed she would have hated this, but would have enjoying spending time together, no matter what." Grumbling under her breath about uncomfortable shoes or a corset, had she been forced into one, but smiling the whole time. They would have danced, Alvin had seen Hatchitt lurking around somewhere, and their friend Mr. Moony as well (he thought). Most of their little pod was here and that was good enough, he supposed. "It's nice to remember that she had a full life, with friends she loved and loved her." He said a little more quietly as he looked out over the crowd for those familiar faces he'd essentially watched grow up.