"Why are you wearing them now?"
"To see better."
"See what better?"
"Magical fluctuations. Energy patterns. Things that are usually invisible."
Lucien considered this for a moment. "...That sounds like an excuse."
"It is not an excuse."
Sable tilted his head. "Are they magic glasses?"
"Yes."
"Do they make you look smart?"
Dante paused.
"...That is not their primary function."
"But do they?" Lucien pressed.
Dante sighed quietly. "...Perhaps."
Sable nodded with satisfaction.
"Teacher says looking smart is half the battle."
Alina finally spoke up. "I never said that."
"You say things like that," Sable insisted. "With your face. Your face says many things."
Dante looked at her with amusement. "You communicate with your face?"
"I communicate normally. With words," Alina said helplessly.
Lucien shook his head. "No, Mom's face does talk. When she is happy, her eyes get small. When she is mad, her lips disappear."
Alina blinked.
"My lips disappear?"
