Bryette walked into the house, "We're celebrating!" She raised her arms in cheer. "Umbra told me to say that everyone in town is invited."
Bryette seemed to expect immediate cheer and looked at us as we awkwardly looked at each other. Checking what our agreed reaction was through a series of shared subtle glances.
Iris pursed her lips, "Is it really the time for one?"
Morgana shrugged, "We could all die tonight not as some philosophers question…."
"I know." Iris sighed.
"...a very real danger." Morgana finished.
Bryette glanced between the two lovers, "I don't think it was planned, mistress. Umbra said how a celebration would be nice. It just spread. Everyone is overjoyed about the slaying this morning." She tried to explain.
"As they should be." Iris said smugly, her face flushed with pride.