He hoped so, at least.

"So what do you think?" he demanded at last, pushing to his feet. The crusty mood had upcycled into a slow-blooming cheer, and as he glanced between the two main outfits he'd dwindled it down to, hangared on the back wall when all the rejects swam at his feet and over the doors, he swivelled the camera. "Sexy booty shorts or More, Daddy, More?"

"Sexy booty shorts," Raven's unwarranted answer filtered in.

"Ohhh." Summer leaned forward. Narrowed her precious little eyes and studied what the shaking camera had to offer. "Now that's an unfair choice, hun. What's the occasion?"

He filled her in. He'd racked...