"Oh. Well in that case, thanks!" Pit chirped, hands on his hips and chest puffed out. What a change in outlook.

But he deflated quickly. "So..." The winged boy took a brief scan of the room around them. "Feels like last year was more like last week, doesn't it?" he observed, recalling last year's prom. "It's so nostalgic." Oh. Maybe remembering that catastrophic night wasn't such a good idea... Pit made a face. "Let's stay away from the eggplant stuff, though," he vowed. "I don't want to relive any bad memories, no thank you!"