It was time to celebrate. Given the amount of relevant grads this year, there was a lot of reason to do so.

Bulba was usually easy to pick out as he flitted between people at the party, despite the rather ordinary dress shirt and green-vest combo he wore (like he did every other year). The sunshine hair was hard to miss, especially now that it was in a maximum floof stage. Not long enough to pull back, but too long to leave on its own on such a fancy night. A few fancy bobby pins had apparently been the answer, dotting his hair with tiny, pink blossoms. Good.

And if you came up to him, there was a grin waiting and a cheery, "Hey!"