[Battered Shield]

Lapis giggles at the prospect of beard-tonic.

That sounds awfully silly.

And she brightens considerably (and slightly literally) at the idea of a choir!

"Oooooh! I do! I have some sisters and brothers. And maybe the Frescot kids are good at singing, too?"

She isn't sure.

But maybe they are?

Part of the whole fun of child choirs isn't that they're actually skilled.

"I'll tell them about your idea next time I go over there to play!"

Plans are coming together!

But what about food?

Are those battered shields coming together?