"I don't know: I've managed to avoid being tickled pretty well now so far, despite your reign of terror." Of course, what he needs to do is get her focused on tickling Wing. Because squirming, laughing jet? VERY good thing.

He sits quietly through the song. He's no music critic and maybe she's no trained singer, but there's something to be said for emotion and intensity that Drift very much relates to.

He waits till she finishes, pulling her closer, to plant a kiss on the top of her wet hair. "It was beautiful. The best prize."