A show, huh? She could see Bunta's singer friend walking back to the stage and chatting with the orchestra conductor. A lot of others watched her, too... she commanded attention, but warmly. Bunta was the same way. They both tended to make a happy spectacle, didn't they?

Lissa could do warm, but she wasn't prone to asking for attention. It came to her, she thought, more because of what she was than who. Seeking attention was sort of obnoxious, but not the way they did it!

She hopped up the little bit of height difference between them and wrapped her arms tight around Bunta's neck, faces close.

"How's that?"