The door swung open before Samantha's finger left the doorbell, as if someone had been waiting just on the other side. Ron stood there in miniature formal wear—tiny slacks, a crisp white shirt, and a bow tie that sat slightly askew despite what were clearly multiple adjustment attempts.
"You came!" His face lit up with unguarded joy that made Samantha's protective instincts war with genuine fondness. "I made special flowers for the star baby. Miss Petra said I couldn't use the dangerous ones, but these change colors when you touch them!"
He thrust forward an arrangement that definitely violated several laws of botanical physics—flowers that shifted from blue to gold to violet in rolling waves, their petals catching light that didn't seem to come from any visible source.
