*Song Suggestion: "Don't Take the Girl" by Tim McGraw
With absolute seriousness, Lowan looks at me through his mismatched eyes. "I'm in. Yes. You go talk to Rokaci. I'll find Berry."
Palm raised, I say, "You'll have to get through Daji and Tina first. Better tell them what you just told me about her parents and the conditions, and tell them what I realized. Then they'll understand and not want to rip your wings off and give you a haircut."
He gives me a pleading look more suited to a teenager who's forgotten his girlfriend's birthday than a powerful punk pixie. "Can you--"
I shake my head. "No. I know Daji and Tina. If you go to them on your own, wings dropping and tail between your legs, it'll mean more than if I do it."
He flies out of the office like a bat on steroids while I go see Rokaci in the ballroom.