Moonspear oh, daddy, don't you know you're still number one?

Good.

Huh.

Charon nosed her cheek and seemed to dismiss her, just as easily as that. Although Alya had expected some kind of dressing down, she was all too happy to cling to the olive branch extended by her father. "Good," she repeated with her usual cheer, her whole coutenance changing at once to her bright-eyed, springy-pawed, flippy-tailed self. The girl snuck a few more kisses onto her father's face before turning and trotting back the way she'd come - she had things to do, after all. Though she was very sorry to have embarrassed Hydra and Charon like she had, that didn't equal any sort of cease-fire where Liffey was concerned.

Oh, no. They had plans.