Now that she's got Clint in midair, Verity floats into the ballroom on her brother's arm. "You know," she remarks thoughtfully while they go, "we kinda match this year." Both in green, and her with glitter while he's got foil. Spooky how that worked out.

Not as spooky as the idea of dancing with an actual Doombot would be. She doesn't miss those. Right now, she doesn't miss much, because she's not thinking about it. Why worry about the past when there's such a lovely present? When they're somewhere over the dance floor she turns to him and holds out her hands. "One of these days, you're going to have to do this with someone who isn't your sister, you know. I hope you'll bring someone to the wedding."