tea party [...] safe and sound

[div style="width: 45%; margin: auto; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify"]A tea party. The sight makes Hearteyes' chest ache, a wisp of a childhood memory appearing in the back of her mind. Her youngest sibling had constantly dragged her to make-believe tea parties when they were kittens, and for a short time it became an escape from her benevolent parents. She can't help but smile as she approaches the group, a purr rumbling in her chest. The molly settles beside Moonmade without a second thought, flashing him and the others a smile. She gets to work with snuggling into the blankets, her purring becoming louder. "This is so nice, Lessa! You did a great job. Do you have any rose tea? It's my favorite." She meows, head poking out of the blanket to gaze up at the party's host.