A unique, up-tempo beat ran through the entirety of the Prior home late that evening. The living room had become a dance floor, alive and resonating with the beat, and Emilio and Aoife were the fanciest pairs of feet on it as they danced the Mambo.

Grayson and Ridley were also present on the 'floor' dancing the Mambo as well, but their footwork was more clumsy than fancy. Martin was a fountain of laughter as he watched the pair, a cold bottle of beer in his hand while he lounged against the cobalt couch that had been pushed aside to allow more dancing room.

Kaia had grabbed Iker's arm and dragged him to the makeshift dance floor. For the first few seconds the two were stiff, but they quickly gained speed, coordination, and soon enough they were moving hand in hand with the beat.

Arthur had stationed himself in a matching cobalt armchair next to the couch, silently observing the amateur dancers with a scowl. When no one was looking, though, he flashed the barest of smiles with a foot occasionally tapping along to the beat.

Silas entered the living room from the kitchen, his smile flawless and on full display. He strolled over to a corner of the room where a vintage turntable was perched in a wide compartment of a towering, worn-out, tortilla-coloured hutch. He lifted the tone arm, and in an instant the Prior home was abandoned of music.

Everyone on the 'dance floor' came to an uncoordinated stop, except for Grayson and Ridley, who surprisingly managed a graceful finish.

Emilio glared at Silas. "Sabotaje!" Silas' eye roll was drawn out and dramatic.

"After all these months I wasn't around, still a sore loser, huh Hale?" Kaia chuckled.

"You have no idea," replied Aoife. "Not that this is even a competition."

"If it was, then we'd be dealing with the 'sore winner' Emilio. Which is worse, I wonder?" Iker commented.

"There are some questions which we can never find the answer to," Arthur declared.

Martin chortled lowly, lifting his beer bottle midway in the air in agreement. Emilio huffed as he grabbed a glass of water from a nearby coffee table, then stomped over to the vacant side of the cobalt couch, leaving space between him and Martin on the polyester fabric.

Silas had been standing by the now silent turntable, laughing victoriously, but finally stopped when Emilio had touched down on the couch. "Hear me, hear thee! I've just come off the phone with Syn, and the youth have all agreed to spend tonight at the manor, whilst we spend it here."

"Oh really! That's wonderful! Isn't that wonderful, Gray?" Ridley asked delightedly.

With a sonorous and depressive sigh, Grayson sulked over to the dead center space leftover on the couch, and slumped down between Martin and Emilio. "Maybe...this wasn't such a good idea," he started. "Lex is still going to therapy, still recovering from things. Maybe I shouldn't have started this whole 'sleepover weekend' scheme. Maybe I should call him, put an end to this wayward shenanigan."

Ridley scurried over to where Grayson sat, lowering herself to a crouch before him, her hands interlocked over his lap. "Hey, relax. 진정해 (jin-jong-hae). Let me ask you...is spending a little extra time with your friends, a few days before one of the most hectic days of the year starts, a wayward shenanigan?"

"...no," Grayson quietly breathed.

"Alright, good. And...proposing to me two nights ago definitely wasn't a wayward shenanigan either, right?"

Grayson's hands slid down to his lap to intertwine with Ridley's. "No. Definitely not."

This time, Ridley's exhale was quiet as she smiled up at him. "맞아요 (Majayo). And, was it a wayward shenanigan when we started planning for our wedding date just yesterday?"

Grayson unlocked his fingers from Ridley's, then reached for her arms to pull her up onto his lap. "아니 (Ani)."

Her arms went over and around Grayson's upper frame, as his arms wrapped around her waist, and they both leaned in close, their lips connecting at once, and they stayed there like that, skin affixed and caressing each other.

"Ooooh..." both Aoife and Emilio cooed.

"Hrumph!" Arthur uttered disapproval, but his expression expressed something of the opposite; eyebrows upturned and his countenance contemplative.

"Lovestruck fools," Kaia added.

"Lovestruck probably isn't the best word for them," Iker replied.

Martin quaffed more of his beer, leaving a scant amount left inside the bottle. "For a pair such as these two, it'd be more suitable to say something like head over heels, utterly, intensely, deeply, thoroughly-"

"Alright, alright, I get it now!" Kaia rejoiced. "Hopeless lovers that are forever hopeless — I've seen it all! Why don't you two just get hitched now if you aren't going to be able to keep your hands off each other?"

Ridley and Grayson at last broke off from their passionate embrace and canoodling, both of them flaring into an ebullient fit of laughter as if they were still teenagers.

Grayson was the first to speak, pleasure evident in his voice. "Sorry about that guys. That was brazen of us wasn't it? It was. Again, so sorry."

"Maybe Gray and I are brazen, but at least we still have the patience to wait a long while," Ridley added, bubblier than normal.

"I'd hardly call two months a long while," Emilio said.

"Ignore him," Aoife started. "If two months is long enough for you two to be engaged, then so be it. Do you." Ridley and Grayson both shot her a simultaneous look of gratitude. "Although I have to ask, November really isn't much of a festive month. Are you sure that's when you two want your special day to happen?"

Ridley giggled as she coiled an arm around Grayson's neck, a loving headlock. "Precisely so, Aoife. There's no festive day for Canada in November. If we have our own festive day, it wouldn't overlap with another holiday or celebration."

"You know, Alex's birthday is on Halloween," Grayson chimed in. "And it always drives me crazy that he has to share it with such a popular holiday. It never seems to bother him though, if fact he always manages to be festive, yet at the same time not so festive. He would decorate for Halloween and hand out candy, but he didn't want to attend or throw any parties."

"That Alex of yours is quite the character, Gray," Kaia said. "Do you think he'll be alright to have to celebrate your special day, the day after his annual day?"

Grayson chuckled, "to be absolutely honest, I really do think he'll be on-board with it."

Kaia nodded before gaze shifted to Ridley, her eyes cautious. "What about Ziro?"

Ridley laughed, but the sound of it seemed agitated. "Ziro? Oh, he'll come around. He's probably already there, and we just don't know it yet. He's never said it that I know of, but really, he just wants me to be happy. And I know he's never spoke Grayson's name since he found out he and I started seeing each other, but he approves — I'm pretty, mostly sure of it."

Grayson kissed her neck twice in an attempt to calm her down. "No name calling is good name calling," he reassured. Ridley nodded along vigorously in agreement.

Silas strolled over and took a seat on the couch's arm by Martin's side. "So...bad time to announce that dinner's ready?"

In a snappish tone, Arthur exclaimed, "finally!" and charged towards the kitchen.

"Thank you, Arthur, for volunteering to help set the table!" Silas cheered.

Emilio groaned as he hauled himself from the couch, slogging his way to the kitchen. "Shouldn't you have already done that, Silas?"

"Well I would've, but then realization hit me while I got the lasagna out of the oven — I don't work for any of you, so do that part yourselves."

Martin groaned too, but it was only to get Silas' attention. He stretched his arms out to Silas, and infant in waiting to be craddled.

"Iker, pal, give me a hand?" Silas asked.

Iker shrugged and sauntered over. "Beats setting the table."

Silas stood as Iker reached them, then they both latched on to either of Martin's arms, heaving him and peeling him off of the cobalt furniture.

"That was a trip," Martin yawned. He extended his arms, flexed his back and neck, and rotated his pelvis a few times before starting for the kitchen on his own. "Thanks you's, boys."

Silas patted him on the back as he walked away, then threw an arm around Iker's neck to drag him towards the kitchen too.

"Oh, it's marvelous! Breathtaking! Simply phenomenal!" Kaia exclaimed from somewhere in the kitchen.

"What is?" Grayson asked.

"That," Kaia pointed up at the sky through an open window. "That spectacle..."

They all crowded by the single window inside the kitchen, and gazed up at the tenebrous heavens. Way up above, the lavender moon swallowed the night sky with all its radiant glory, brimming in circular shape. And next to it on its left was the regular moon, the accustomed orb of night also full, shining just as brightly.

"Well colour me lavender...does Moonhaven always have a sight like that during this time of year?" Grayson asked, amazed.

"Actually, it's the first time any of us have seen something like this..." Silas said.

Aoife's eyes suddenly lit up, and she turned excitedly to Ridley. "Oooh! Do you know what this must mean?"

Ridley stared back at her, bewildered. "...w-what does it mean?"

"It's a sign!" Aoife said. "For you and Gray! Oh your wedding is going to be magnificent, one for the ages! The moons say so, they must be. Why else would this be happening?"

Hope glided onto Ridley's lips making them curl with joy. She glanced at Grayson, noticing that he too was looking elated.

"Nonsense!" Arthur objected. He set down a stack of ceramic plates on the table, a resounding dulled clank heard throughout the kitchen.

"Don't be such a cynical old man," Aoife argued.

"Too late. Listen to me," Arthur started. "You can't rely on 'a sign', because they don't exist. You exist, so rely on yourself — your instincts."

Both Ridley and Grayson's smiles dimmed, but hadn't completely disappeared. Ridley went to Arthur and took half of the plates stacked on the table. "You may be onto something." She eased past him and moved to start setting plates on one side of the table.

Aoife stomped over as well, taking the other half of the stacked plates. "Hmph!" Her hair grazed part of Arthur's face as she spun around and got to setting the other half of the table.

Iker, Silas and Kaia laughed at the scene as they scattered throughout the kitchen to collect the rest of the dinnerware. Martin sat in a chair across from Arthur, and whether it was because of the alcohol finally starting to hit him or not, no one knew for sure, as he erupted into bountiful laughter too.

Grayson strolled over to Arthur and patted his shoulder. His smile became a grin as he said to him, "you may be a year older than everyone here, but that doesn't make you old." He glided past Arthur, and joined Iker in retrieving glasses from a cabinet.

For the briefest second, Arthur flashed another smile, just to himself, before quickly reverting back to his forbidding manner. He glanced at Martin, who seemed to drunk to have noticed. "Try telling time that."