Vianna placed a hand over her mouth to hold back the giggles that escaped her lips. Airi’s disbelief and resignation to the situation only seemed to add on to the hilarity, from the Italian’s point of view. This sleepover had made a sharp turn toward the absurd and the insane.

Vince wasn’t as amused, though. Actually, he was confused. Why was Airi giving up on life all of a sudden? Was his question - ‘who do you like?’ - more than she could bear? Did she really like his brother THAT much? Mannnnn. This was going to be a loooong night; once the girls finally confessed their undying love for Nector, Vince was sure the confessions would last all night. In one swift movement, the boy snatched Vianna’s bottle of butterbeer from her hand and took one giant gulp. When he offered the bottle back, she refused it.

“I’m sorry darling, I didn’t mean to overwhelm you,” he said understandingly, petting Airi’s back consolingly. He didn’t realize he was actually the source of her distress.

Vianna looked from Vince to Airi and back. “I have an idea!” she said suddenly, a bright smile lighting her face. “Who wants a mani and pedi?!” she asked, hopping off the bed to fetch the manicure set that conveniently happened to be sitting on a countertop in the bathroom.

Vince gasped dramatically, blue eyes wide. “Oh, I do! I do!” Girls were supposed to really be into that stuff, yeah? He’d best act interested.