She nodded with tremendous satisfaction, settled herself back against his side, and leaned her head against his arm. Basket in her lap. Feet swinging. The morning sun warm on both of them. The fountain at their back making its patient quiet noises, and the market moving around them, and somewhere nearby a woman was calling to her daughter, and the smell of bread drifted across from the baker's stall.
Lily sighed.
A small contented sigh, full of chocolate and candy and flight.
"Brother."
"Mm?"
"Today is the best day."
"You said that earlier."
"It keeps being true."
Bruce smiled, not at her, just in the general direction of the morning, and put his arm around her small shoulders, and they sat on the rim of the fountain in a small town at the edge of his home continent, and ate frosted berry candies, and did not say anything else for a while, because nothing else needed saying...
At that moment, a voice resounded in his mind.
Bruce went still.
