Zelda glanced down at her dress before looking back up at him, maybe to imagine what it made her eyes look like, or maybe just because she wasn't sure what to say when Alfred was mumbling at her and things were still a little weird. Especially because she was supposed to be talking to him about children, either here or sometime soon, and that was also — hard to think about.

"Not that long," she answered, "Just long enough to see the ballroom change colors — um, maybe twice." The magic involved here was neat, it was interesting, she had an impulse to start talking about the magic involved like creating noise would bring them back to something that felt normal.

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