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Daphne had to look away. Clearing her throat, she pursed her lips, fighting off a grin. "I see," she mused, again, buying herself some time. She poured some pumpkin juice for Neptune and offered the glass to her. "Do you like pumpkin juice, Neptune?" Yes, good strategy. Distract her with mundane things for a bit.

Pouring herself a glass too, Daphne once more launched her hazel eyes at the ceiling. What was going on with the world?

"There aren't any rules, Neptune," said Daphne as quietly as she could to the glass she held in her hands. "There aren't any guidelines or instructions to it either. When timed right it feels right. I guess that's where Raiden failed." Hmm. Possibly. Celandine would suggest more kissing. Practice made perfect or something. Daphne wasn't about to tell Neptune that, though. It...hardly felt like something she needed to do. After all, Neptune was only 13. Right? "You have more than enough time to let it feel right. You know? There's no need to hurry to try to figure out how to do it. It'll just...happen."

Yeah. Something like that/