I think Flax is secretly very pleased not to have to deal with teen shenanigans just yet.
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I think Flax is secretly very pleased not to have to deal with teen shenanigans just yet.
However - the show must go on - and in the Prisma household that means one thing and one thing only: birthdays!
Flax got their hands on the top bunk, now that their brother sleeps in a big boy bed!
Peony: For your birthday, Flax, you should consider something other than cake. Maybe pasta. Or fish.
Flax: (sounding concerned) I like cake.
Larkspur: (chuckle) Don't listen to her, Flax.
Peony: Of course, I was just being silly. (kindly) You can have as much cake as you like, sweetie.
Larkspur: Can't you let me win? I'm going through it rn :/
Larkspur is taking his mind off things by reconnecting with Flax.
Polar: Tada!
Flax: (gasps)
Polar: See? I'm just like you!
Polar: I'm proud of you, Flax.
Flax: !!!
Polar: Oh-- let me show you!