(grinning) Foolish mortals... I will show you my true party power! (starts doing a weird, jerky dance move)
(Whispering to Chloe) Dude. Your mom looks like a mummy.
Maya: The music shifted when they took the mic. It’s not really a human voice — it’s like the distant hum of surf and a soft creak of weathered wood, with words that sound like old stories. They spoke in fragments: “sea… moon… remember…” and everyone got quiet in that way where the tide seems to pause. Then — laughter. Someone passed them a lei. They laughed (the sound is a dry rattle, surprisingly warm) and tossed the lei back into the air like confetti.
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