Glynda's worries

"Ugh," Glynda sighed. "I have, like, nothing to wear."

"Don't you have a bunch of dresses?" Blake asked. "Won't they work?"

"No, Daaaad," Glynda groaned. "It's, like, prom. The dress needs to be totally cute and brand new! Otherwise Brad will thin I'm, like, not cool enough."

"Relax, sweetie," said Yang. "We can go dress shopping. After breakfast."

"Yay!" Glynda giggled and clapped.

Silvanus had to admit, there was something nice about this domestic bliss. Maybe he'd have extra sexy fun with this after the show.