Her expression brightens as soon as the crown is back on Mason's head. He may not like the attention it draws, but the look fits him. Mason's the sort of person who gets to be the noble hero king at the end of his adventure, complete with all the fairy tale accoutrements: fair and just ruler, long peaceful reign and et cetera. The epitome of the RPG Good Ending.

"Nope!" She agrees, taking Mason's hand and hoisting herself up. It reminds her of their hapless Velvet Party adventure from a few months ago. "I forge my own destiny. Bespoke." Then, since they're on the dance floor, she drapes her arms over Mason's shoulders and sways him exaggeratedly. "We should go roller skating again sometime."