"Thank you. I feel like a lightbulb someone strung up. But I guess that can be fun too."

The dress was - to a point - ridiculous. Huge and unruly, and where was she even going to put it? "I don't think there is enough space in our Quad for me to put it afterward. Seriously, it's going to take up the entire floor at this rate - " and then she is licked, and she bursts into more laughter and light, pulsing brillaintly. "Maybe it can be a nest for our new roommates?" She doesn't consider grand things like this particularly precious - why would she, money was pointless to her. So was material wealth. Living proof that you couldn't take it with you, after all, but when you moved literal billions of dollars around with your mind - who cared about any of it?

And she fell on the wolf to scritch him all over, again. "Sorry, the makeup probably tastes gross to him." Her Murder Princess of a bird had certainly sulked about it, that was for sure.