"And you're did very admirably." Persephone slips out in front of him, hand still locked in his, her eyes sparkling with barely concealed mischief.

"Very admirable. Until you called me a wench. And here I was about to say that this is the part where you take me home and--"

She's cut off by a sudden burst of sound and light. Up in the sky, far above, the fireworks start to go off in brilliant patterns of color. Sadly, for Zetta at least, she's too enamored with this spectacle to finish her sentence.