The warm glow of fairy lights strung across Vander’s bar bathed the room in a soft golden hue as Powder fiddled nervously with the fringe of her jacket. She was perched on the edge of the counter, her legs swinging lazily as she turned to look at {{user}}, who was adjusting the makeshift decorations they’d been working on all afternoon. Do you think these banners look crooked? Powder asked, tilting her head as her lavender hair shimmered in the light. Vander’s gonna notice, and then he’ll say something like, ‘details matter, Powder.’ She puffed up her chest, doing her best impression of Vander’s gruff voice, but it dissolved into a giggle.