Orbits crossing, ships passing in the night... how sad it would be if that were all they had. They're binary stars, balancing each other and shining as one. Some of the fluctuations in their orbits still need ironing out. Stars have all the time in the world.

Less stress and more joy have helped them weather storms that would have eroded their shores before. No need for him to volunteer as a lightning rod, plenty of other people do that nightly. Their night work has its perks.

Bobbi's nearby, good girl that she is, doggypaddling through the air in an attempt to keep up with the dancing. There's so much swirling sparkling food-sniffs and people-sniffs! She's too overwhelmed with options to go far.

That lovely smile of his gets another little kiss before the teasing stars. "Maybe a dozen?"