"You have to match me then."

Raven made a face. "Fine, but no yellow."

"I look great in yellow!"

"You do, but I look washed out, so no yellow."

"Pink?"

Lips pursing, the big guy shrugged. "Pink or purple, sure."

"Are you heading to the club because you have to, or because you want to?" Ronan asked after they'd agreed on a colour scheme and where they were going to hit up for matching threads.

"Both." Raven picked up a plastic spoon off the table. It hadn't been put back in the picnic basket in the toy chest that had been squished into the corner. He twirled it absently, weaving...