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Welcome to Rosavelle!
INVITATION
You're going about your day when you notice an envelope that most certainly wasn't there before. It's beautiful, if a little old-fashioned: pale pink paper, sealed with a pressed flower instead of wax and your name written in looping cursive that shimmers faintly in the light.
Inside, the letter begins;
... It goes on like that for a while, whole paragraphs assuring you that you can leave whenever you want, no time will pass back in your world, the Everbloom's magic will keep you safe, etc etc… honestly it gets to the point that it starts to sound less like an invitation and more like a contract. But then, mercifully, the writer finds their footing again:
Maybe you accept right away or maybe you dismiss it as a prank or something equally unimportant. No matter what you think when you first read it, your mind eventually turns back to that invite and your find yourself thinking that it might not be a bad idea…
And once you do, you feel the world going soft and sweet around you, the scent of blooming flowers filling your nose - and before you can quite process what's happening, you realize you've accepted.
Inside, the letter begins;
- Dearest friend—
Goodness, I hope that isn't too forward. We've not met, after all. But I have been told that when one writes an invitation, it's important to sound sincere.
My name is Calanthe Rosabella Petalia de Amoré. I am the Crown Princess of Rosavelle. It's a little island kingdom far, far away - so far that it may not exist quite in the same world as yours.
I know this must sound terribly strange, but I'm writing because I need your help. You see, my coronation is approaching soon, and Rosavelle's magic - the Everbloom - responds to the strength of one's heart. It's said that a ruler must understand love to truly awaken it. Not just romance, mind you, but all kinds of love: friendship, kindness, care.
The trouble is… I'm not very good at it. I've read so many books about love, but real people don't seem to follow the same rules the novels do.
That is why I'm writing to you. The Everbloom - our most ancient and wondrous magic - has granted me the means to reach across worlds. I'm inviting a handful of remarkable individuals, like you, to Rosavelle to help me learn. Not only to teach me what love means to you, but to help me see how it can bloom between friends, companions, and strangers alike.
I promise you'll be treated as an honored guest.
... It goes on like that for a while, whole paragraphs assuring you that you can leave whenever you want, no time will pass back in your world, the Everbloom's magic will keep you safe, etc etc… honestly it gets to the point that it starts to sound less like an invitation and more like a contract. But then, mercifully, the writer finds their footing again:
- If you'll come, I'd be so very grateful. I know this is a strange request, and you owe me nothing - but still, I hope you'll consider it. Rosavelle is beautiful this time of year, and it is my hope that seeing it alongside fresh eyes will allow me to see it more clearly as well.
With all my thanks (and my hopes!)—
Princess Calanthe Rosabella Petalia de Amoré
Maybe you accept right away or maybe you dismiss it as a prank or something equally unimportant. No matter what you think when you first read it, your mind eventually turns back to that invite and your find yourself thinking that it might not be a bad idea…
And once you do, you feel the world going soft and sweet around you, the scent of blooming flowers filling your nose - and before you can quite process what's happening, you realize you've accepted.
ARRIVAL
You arrive in a haze of soft, rosy light. For a moment, everything is weightless - the air around you hums faintly, thick with warmth and the heady scent of flowers. When the haze fades, you find yourself standing beneath a vast glass dome that stretches impossibly high overhead. The light filtering through its pink-tinted panes paints everything in gentle rose and gold and petals drift through the air like drifting snow.
You are standing in the Everbloom's Greenhouse. The walls curve upward in graceful arches, every pane glimmering faintly and the air is warm, fragrant, and shimmering with faint motes of magic. Flowering vines climb the supports, colorful blossoms of all kinds spill from hanging baskets, and everywhere you look there's flowers, flowers, flowers.
At its heart stands the Everbloom, a colossal tree the likes of which you've never seen before. Its smooth trunk is faintly luminous and the canopy stretches so high that you can't see where it ends, vanishing into a haze of golden light and drifting petals. The air around it hums softly with power and for a moment, all you can do is stare up at it in awe.
A moment later, movement stirs: castle attendants glide forward in elegant uniforms, carrying towels, refreshments, and generally doing their best to make sure everyone's arrived safely. After all, you're not alone. Around you, other figures begin to appear - some blinking in wonder, some already steady on their feet. Each seems as out of place as you, drawn from distant worlds and disparate lives but under the rosy light they all seem to come together like flowers gathered into the same bouquet.
Those who stumble are gently guided toward a bench cushioned with flowering moss. Cool towels and drinks infused with rose and mint are offered freely. Eventually, once it seems like everyone's arrived and mostly gotten their bearings, one of the attendants - a lady-in-waiting as you'll eventually find out - speaks up.
"You are most welcome to Rosavelle," she says, dipping into a polite bow. "Their Princess will be hosting a banquet this evening to greet you all properly. Until then, please take your time to get settled and familiar with your surroundings. If you need anything at all, do not hesitate to ask."
For now, you're free to mingle. This is your chance to get your bearings, meet your fellow arrivals, and explore your surroundings. Beyond the main atrium, you can glimpse winding paths lined with blooming hedges and fat, colorful blossoms. Somewhere in the distance, you can faintly hear birdsong. You feel a little tug somewhere in your chest and if you follow it, you might just come across a flowerbed somewhere in the Greenhouse that you somehow know as your own.
After some time to mingle and acclimate, the attendants return, clapping their hands gently to draw attention.
"It's nearly time to prepare for the evening banquet! If you'll come with us, we'll see to your attire."
DRESS UP
You're led from the warmth of the greenhouse through a series of winding marble corridors until you're ushered through a set of grand double doors into a suite of guest rooms bustling with motion. Tailors, stylists, and attendants hurry between privacy screens, racks of lavish garments and trays piled high with glittering jewelry. Silks and satins gleam and lace and velvet catch the light in soft waves of color.
Tailors and stylists bustle about, armed with measuring tapes, pins, and brushes. The staff are cheerfully firm about making sure everyone looks their best for the banquet but nobody's forced into anything they don't want; the attendants listen to everyone's preferences and somehow find something flattering for even the most reluctant participant. Whether you comply with good humor or grumble through the process, it's impossible not to get swept up in the flurry of preparation. … of course, if you're determined to be a grump about the whole thing, you're welcome to wait outside until everyone's dressed up nicely.
The attendants encourage everyone to chatter as they work or even to lend a hand to another guest struggling with their ensemble. Maybe it's out of curiosity - the staff are polite, professional, but it's clear that dressing guests from other worlds is a novelty they want to enjoy.
As final adjustments are made and mirrors fill with transformed reflections, the bustle slowly quiets. Attendants exchange satisfied looks, then guide the group once more through the corridors. The faint strains of music drift down the corridors until at last, you find yourself before the towering double doors of the Azurite Banquet Hall, carved from the stone it takes its name from. The lady in waiting pauses just long enough to smooth a wrinkle here, adjust a collar there, and make sure everyone is present before pushing the doors open.
Tailors and stylists bustle about, armed with measuring tapes, pins, and brushes. The staff are cheerfully firm about making sure everyone looks their best for the banquet but nobody's forced into anything they don't want; the attendants listen to everyone's preferences and somehow find something flattering for even the most reluctant participant. Whether you comply with good humor or grumble through the process, it's impossible not to get swept up in the flurry of preparation. … of course, if you're determined to be a grump about the whole thing, you're welcome to wait outside until everyone's dressed up nicely.
The attendants encourage everyone to chatter as they work or even to lend a hand to another guest struggling with their ensemble. Maybe it's out of curiosity - the staff are polite, professional, but it's clear that dressing guests from other worlds is a novelty they want to enjoy.
As final adjustments are made and mirrors fill with transformed reflections, the bustle slowly quiets. Attendants exchange satisfied looks, then guide the group once more through the corridors. The faint strains of music drift down the corridors until at last, you find yourself before the towering double doors of the Azurite Banquet Hall, carved from the stone it takes its name from. The lady in waiting pauses just long enough to smooth a wrinkle here, adjust a collar there, and make sure everyone is present before pushing the doors open.
BANQUET
The Azurite Banquet Hall glows with warm candlelight reflected in polished marble floors and the air inside smells of wine and roses. Long tables stretch the length of the hall, each one dressed in embroidered runners and heaped with platters of food that look almost too beautiful to eat and in the corner, a string quartet plays a soft, lilting melody.
At the head of the room stands your host, Princess Calanthe Rosabella Petalia de Amoré. Draped in pale gold, they look every bit the part of a royal... though the slightly nervous way they adjust their posture speaks of someone not entirely at ease in the spotlight. When they catch sight of the assembled guests, though, they brighten a bit. Their hands are clasped too tightly around their wine glass, but their voice is bright and earnest.
... suddenly, they look sheepish.
They raise their glass, cheeks pink but eyes bright.
As the toast echoes through the hall, the music swells again - a graceful waltz this time - and attendants sweep forward to usher guests toward the buffet tables.
There's something for every palate: platters of lemon-butter shrimp and rosemary-crusted fish, seared scallops on saffron rice and fillets of calendula-cured salmon alongside oysters resting in crushed ice and lobsters cracked open beside dishes of herb butter. It's not all seafood, either - whole roasted ducks glazed in something fruity dot the table, alongside lamb, chicken and a mouthwatering roast beef.
Between the platters, bowls of vegetables offer roasted root vegetables glistening with sweet glaze, delicate salads strewn with edible petals, caramelized carrots, blistered cherry tomatoes and crisp greens grown. And, of course, baskets of warm, golden bread wait beside whipped butter and creamy sauces.
If you're in the mood for sweets, there's desserts in dizzying abundance: sugared fruit tarts, meringues shaped like blossoms, chocolate soufflés dusted with candied violet, and pastries of all kinds filled with custard, chocolate and all manner of fruity, flowery fillings.
A side table gleams with crystal decanters and goblets: bottles of wine, deeply colored mead and delicate floral liqueurs seem to be the alcoholic offerings but there's carafes of chilled fruit water steeped with mint for anyone who's not inclined towards spirits.
If you're feeling bold, the cleared space near the musicians makes a perfect dance floor. Perhaps you find yourself drawn into a dance, or perhaps you linger at the buffet, trading stories with a stranger over a shared plate of sugared pastries. Or maybe you'll take the opportunity to introduce yourself to your host now they've made an appearance.
Eventually, as the night wears thin, the quartet's melody softens to a gentle hum. Candlelight flickers low. The attendants appear once more, smiling as they begin to guide everyone toward the final stop of the evening.
At the head of the room stands your host, Princess Calanthe Rosabella Petalia de Amoré. Draped in pale gold, they look every bit the part of a royal... though the slightly nervous way they adjust their posture speaks of someone not entirely at ease in the spotlight. When they catch sight of the assembled guests, though, they brighten a bit. Their hands are clasped too tightly around their wine glass, but their voice is bright and earnest.
- "Ah - good evening, everyone! I - well, goodness, where does one even begin?
First of all, thank you. Truly, thank you all for coming here - to Rosavelle, and to me. I know this must all seem terribly strange - one moment you were in your own world, and the next you're here. It's strange to me too, you know. I've been imagining this for weeks, and yet somehow it still doesn't feel quite real.
Ah - oh! I suppose I should introduce myself properly. My name is Calanthe Rosabella Petalia de Amoré. I am the Crown Princess of Rosavelle, soon to be its sovereign, though I admit that still feels a little surreal to say aloud.
I invited you here because - well, I imagine all of you read your invitations. The Everbloom, our kingdom's oldest and most sacred magic, is bound to the heart and mine is… embarrassingly, quite uneducated in such matters. I couldn't imagine anyone in this world I could burden with such a problem and so I thought - perhaps - those who come from other worlds might help me."
... suddenly, they look sheepish.
- "That said, ah - there is a small complication. It is. Um. Frowned upon by most scholars to interfere with the affairs of other worlds, even with the best of intentions and I fear it would cause quite a stir if word got out. So for the time being, we'll need to keep your origins a secret. Please don't worry, though - we've arranged everything you'll need. Over the next month, we'll be teaching you about Rosavelle and all its customs so that when you venture out for the Wilting festival, you'll feel quite at home.
I realize that's rather a lot to ask, and I'm - well, I'm deeply grateful for your patience. I promise to do my best to make this worth your while.
So, once again, thank you. For answering my invitation. For being here, together, tonight.
Now then-"
They raise their glass, cheeks pink but eyes bright.
- "To new beginnings, and to the bonds we have yet to form. May they bloom as beautifully as the flowers of Rosavelle... oh, that sounded quite good, didn't it? A toast - to all of you!"
As the toast echoes through the hall, the music swells again - a graceful waltz this time - and attendants sweep forward to usher guests toward the buffet tables.
There's something for every palate: platters of lemon-butter shrimp and rosemary-crusted fish, seared scallops on saffron rice and fillets of calendula-cured salmon alongside oysters resting in crushed ice and lobsters cracked open beside dishes of herb butter. It's not all seafood, either - whole roasted ducks glazed in something fruity dot the table, alongside lamb, chicken and a mouthwatering roast beef.
Between the platters, bowls of vegetables offer roasted root vegetables glistening with sweet glaze, delicate salads strewn with edible petals, caramelized carrots, blistered cherry tomatoes and crisp greens grown. And, of course, baskets of warm, golden bread wait beside whipped butter and creamy sauces.
If you're in the mood for sweets, there's desserts in dizzying abundance: sugared fruit tarts, meringues shaped like blossoms, chocolate soufflés dusted with candied violet, and pastries of all kinds filled with custard, chocolate and all manner of fruity, flowery fillings.
A side table gleams with crystal decanters and goblets: bottles of wine, deeply colored mead and delicate floral liqueurs seem to be the alcoholic offerings but there's carafes of chilled fruit water steeped with mint for anyone who's not inclined towards spirits.
If you're feeling bold, the cleared space near the musicians makes a perfect dance floor. Perhaps you find yourself drawn into a dance, or perhaps you linger at the buffet, trading stories with a stranger over a shared plate of sugared pastries. Or maybe you'll take the opportunity to introduce yourself to your host now they've made an appearance.
Eventually, as the night wears thin, the quartet's melody softens to a gentle hum. Candlelight flickers low. The attendants appear once more, smiling as they begin to guide everyone toward the final stop of the evening.
HOUSEWARMING
The banquet winds to a gentle close and ne by one, the guests are gathered once more by the castle attendants who lead the way through dimly glowing corridors. The halls are quieter now, the rosy light of evening filtering through stained glass in sleepy shades of pink and gold. Everyone is lead through the castles and out into the grounds, their splendor only a little dulled by the darkness starting to settle over the castle.
"Your lodgings are just ahead," the lady in waiting says, her voice hushed out of respect for the hour. "You've each been assigned to a house - named for the flowers that chose you."
Slowly but surely, everyone's names are called and each person is supplied a heavy brass key to a house named for a flower you may have seen blooming somewhere today. When they speak the name of your house, something in you stirs with faint, inexplicable recognition, like you know it already - or maybe it knows you.
In any case, the barracks themselves are nothing like the name implies: warm, inviting, and softly lit by enchanted lanterns. Each house has its own cozy common area where low couches and plush chairs are gathered around softly glowing hearths. A long table in the center has been set with some late-night comforts, in case you somehow have any room left in your belly - plates of fruit and pastries, steaming pots of tea, and rich cocoa dusted with rose sugar.
The attendants leave you to settle in for the night, with a promise that the barracks staff will prepare meals from tomorrow onwards but mostly, you'll be left to your own devices. You could just track down your room and crash for the night but now seems as good a time as any to get to know your new housemates.
"Your lodgings are just ahead," the lady in waiting says, her voice hushed out of respect for the hour. "You've each been assigned to a house - named for the flowers that chose you."
Slowly but surely, everyone's names are called and each person is supplied a heavy brass key to a house named for a flower you may have seen blooming somewhere today. When they speak the name of your house, something in you stirs with faint, inexplicable recognition, like you know it already - or maybe it knows you.
In any case, the barracks themselves are nothing like the name implies: warm, inviting, and softly lit by enchanted lanterns. Each house has its own cozy common area where low couches and plush chairs are gathered around softly glowing hearths. A long table in the center has been set with some late-night comforts, in case you somehow have any room left in your belly - plates of fruit and pastries, steaming pots of tea, and rich cocoa dusted with rose sugar.
The attendants leave you to settle in for the night, with a promise that the barracks staff will prepare meals from tomorrow onwards but mostly, you'll be left to your own devices. You could just track down your room and crash for the night but now seems as good a time as any to get to know your new housemates.
Banquet
He turns from his seat at the end of the closest table, which everyone's kindly let him have on account of the crutches, and salutes Kaito with his drink to try to get his attention.]
Can't they just call it blue? Dark... bluey silver, if they have to? Looks blue to me.
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Kaito turns to the speaker before he's gotten his glass up. The motion is as innocuous as having coincidentally turned that way while looking around, but the truth is a bit more cheatsy. The empath's senses don't seem to pick up on any local's emotions, but that just makes them all the more acutely aware of other outsiders' intentions... ]
I'm glad I'm not the only one who feels that way... [ Mutter, mutter. A bead of sweat rolls down his temple, but his expression quickly shores up once he takes proper stock of the older fellow and his crutches. He makes a good effort to keep from staring. Some might even call it successful. ]
Ah. Guess you're not calling me over to dance, then? [ Boo! Boo this man! Kaito shuffles over, settling next to an empty chair. At least his follow-up carries some proper concern... ] Bad joke, I know. The tailors didn't rough you up too much getting you in your pants, did they?
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Hah! No, no. The way folks've been treating me, it's like I'm the princess around here. Though that'll drive me up the wall soon enough.
[After the last few days he's had, though? It's a nice change of pace. Honestly, if he let himself acknowledge the enormity of his relief to be here and not there, they'd have to peel his weeping carcass off the floor. So he doesn't. That is an emotion for Later Yoojin to process. Here and now, he's all overtired curiosity and smiles. He lowers his voice, leaning in a bit.]
Mind a tip from hyung? Keep a drink in your hands. You'll look more natural, and you can stay hydrated at the same time. Win-win.
[He grins and then sips from his own glass. See? Teaching by example.]
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[ He repeats the term with a smooth, unstilted accent. His expression is already brightening. ] You're from Earth, then?
[ A server sweeps between them with a tray in hand, and Kaito reaches out for the first thing his gloved fingers can latch onto: a tall flute of some bubbly spirit. Champagne? He at least seems to know how to hold it without looking off-base. ] I don't really care about looking natural, though. I already stick out like a sore thumb in formal wear...
[ So he says, but he's cleaning up rather nicely. And it helps that none of his scars are visible. ]
I'm Kaito. What's your name, dude?
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You look fine, kid, I promise.
["A whole 20!!!" is the same age as his baby brother, made even babier in Yoojin's eyes by
MY S-CLASSES SPOILERS REDACTED. Therefore, Kaito is also baby. That's just the transitive property in action, sorry.Yoojin looks equally pleased to have the term recognized and contextualized. It's nice to have some anchoring points in a strange, rose-tinted world.]
Han Yoojin. And yeah, I'm from Earth. You too, huh?
[The guy sounds like Korean could be his first language, but Kaito's no name from the peninsula. That's okay, Yoojin won't hold it against him.]
Seems like there are a lot of people here from Japan. Maybe our princess is a fan of anime?
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Han Yoojin. Pleasure. [ Kaito tips his glass, but doesn't drink. ] I wouldn't be surprised. The lady in waiting looked like a Taisho-era warrior.
[ He finally tips the rim to his lips and begins to tilt his head back, but a thought gives him pause. One gold swivels in
oppa'shyung's direction. ]...What if we're not from the same Earth? I've never really experienced it myself, but the fact that people from disparate worlds have been so readily called upon makes me wonder if we might be from parallel worlds.
Does magic exist where you're from? The Veil? Living, breathing dokkaebi?
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[Kaito's caught him mid-sip again. Whatever might be in his own glass, he's worried about neither possible intoxication nor possibly dangerous toxins. After swallowing, Yoojin readily answers:]
Yes, not that I know of, yes, in that order. Or... well, they probably don't breathe, given I met them in the water, but they're alive. I guess. Pretty sure. They're new to me, too, as a species.
[Like, literally, he didn't know they existed until the day before arriving here. Is that still today? Could be.]
What's the Veil? Maybe we call it something else.
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[ Thankfully, he stops himself before he can go on a complete tangent. ]
Mm. The Veil is a dimensional barrier that splits Earth into two realms. One is primarily occupied by humans, while the other houses just about all other non-human species. It's a divine line of segregation between an ignorant mankind and what they would refer to as 'the supernatural'.
[ His nonplussed expression suggests a lack of satisfaction with the answer. Or at least, a distaste for it. ] Sound familiar at all?
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Ohhh. Yeah, no, definitely alternate worlds. Everybody knows something about the supernatural now, whether we ever wanted to or not.
[It almost sounds like it'd be nice, having some "divine line" separating humans from monsters. Then he wonders if it'd divide him from his brother. He slams the door on that thought so fast, it'd splinter.]
I take it you don't have dungeons, then. Or Awakened people. Or at the very least, it must work super differently for you all.
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[ He scratches his head, then finally takes a sip from his glass. ...Wait, nope, he just knocked it back. A replacement comes posthaste by one of the attendants who just watched some kid shotgun parallel universe champagne. ]
That's cool, I guess. Maybe there's a Kaito in your world who gets to enjoy being a normal troublemaker. Mm.
[ Silence slips into place after that, and Kaito lets his eyes wander the ballroom before eventually steering himself back to Yoojin. ]
...Do you think the Princess will be better or worse off for having so many 'advisors' from different worlds?
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Hmm. Better, I think? I feel like this is the kind of thing where it's better to have a range of perspectives.
[Not that Yoojin's too much of an expert on the subject. Showing love? Yes, absolutely. Pedagogical models for the teaching of love? Uhhhhh.]
Why? You think it'll be too confusing?
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I dunno. My experience with romantic love is about as varied as theirs. All paperbacks, no people. Makes me wonder why I was even invited, but my little brother would say that kinda thinking is way too depressing.
[ A beat. ] Not wrong, mind you, just depressing.
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You're a big brother! Me too.
[A kid younger than Kaito must really be a kid. Aw, how cute. He's imagining the little one following Kaito around like a gangly teenage duckling, nagging him to cheer up with obvious worry and adoration. Heehee.]
And if it helps, bud, I don't have any romantic experience, either. [Except for getting shot down once by a woman 25 cm taller than him. RIP.] I'm sure I'm here as an example of the more familial stuff. Maybe the same goes for you?
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Also, that gangly teenage duckling used to be the neighborhood's #2 menace, right behind his big bro. ]
It doesn't, [ he replies. But he's chuckling, so he must not be doing too bad now. ] And maybe that's true. I have a bad feeling the Princess might not learn the lessons they need from me, though.
[ Yeah. Kaito would be more than happy to teach anyone that it's worth walking into Hell and demanding the ruler to trade your lil bro's life for your own. That's the extent of his love. It just may not be what Callie's looking for... Or maybe that's exactly what they need? ]
How many siblings do you have? I've only got the one.
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[Even here in another universe, some unbreakable covalent bond still ties the Han brothers together, inextricably entangled on the quantum level. That's how pair-bonded they are. His heart hurts to be here, away from Yoohyun, even though Yoojin knows it's both temporary and for the best.]
But I've had a girl in my care as a legal ward for a few months now. She and my brother squabble like they're the ones who're siblings, haha. Guess that's unavoidable when you bring fire and ice together. Add in the monster kids, and my place is basically a zoo.
[A very lively, very expensive, very dangerous zoo. Yoojin sighs.]
Honestly, it's the best. There's never a quiet moment, with one kid or another breaking down the walls. But it's a lot of fun, too.