Feng and Felicity stopped mid-bicker the moment Quinlan mentioned flowers.
"Magical flowers?" Felicity echoed, blinking in confusion before turning to Feng. "Do you know what he means?"
Feng frowned with arms crossed. "... Not a clue."
That earned a shared look between Quinlan and Rosie. One that was a quiet, smug sort of glance that carried far too much unspoken amusement.
The exact kind of look that made both teens narrow their eyes at once at the irritating father-daughter pair.
Felicity scowled suspiciously. "Why do I feel like they're plotting something?"
Feng squinted her eyes. "Because they are."
Rosie puffed up her chest proudly, lifting a tiny finger and aiming it right at herself.
She was looking like she was about to lecture a class. "Rosie's Mommies are beyond amazing!" she began. Her voice was bright, brimming with love and adoration for her mothers. "But Rosie wonders… are they special in the sense of being different from others of their race? Like Daddy is?"
