WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK
Helena maintained, waving a stylish cream-colored wrap.
"That one is suitable for a millionaire owl's outfit," Brenna countered, holding a rainbow knit swaddle. "This one has character and warmth."
"She is a baby, not a disco ball."
"She is a James, not a Zen master!"
Lily waddled into the room, catching the whiff of blueberry syrup. "What did I come in here for?"
"Blanket Battle 2025," Vandaulf grumbled, already halfway through a stack of pancakes.
Lily took a piece of mango from Brenna's plate and chewed carefully. "Why not both?"