Marlowe
"Absolutely not," I said, physically stepping between Cricket and the box of decorations he'd been eyeing with entirely too much enthusiasm. "We agreed. No glitter."
"It's not glitter, it's *celebratory sparkle particulate.*" Cricket clutched the box like I'd personally wounded him. "There's a difference."
"Is there?"
"Not really, no, but it sounds considerably more official when I call it that." He set the box down reluctantly, pouting in a way that looked utterly ridiculous on a grown man built like a small mountain. "Fine. No sparkle particulate. But I'm decorating the banner, and you don't get a say in that."
"The banner I've already approved is fine."
"The banner you've already approved is boring, and Nova deserves considerably more than boring for the biggest day of her
