Reign was standing over a side table near the spread, humming the hook to one of her favorite songs. While sharpening all of the lovely favors the guests would receive today, she stopped mid-stroke with one of the carving knives angled along the iron block. Looking up to catch a glimpse of a smiling Marguerite made her natural suspicions arise, seeing as how they two were most happy when something psychotic occurred. Albeit, that was clearly<em>not</em>the case, since Reign had no puncture wounds or holes in her body besides the ones she already came equip with. She mirrored Mar's smile and stating with a tiny laugh, "I would never dream of ruining your hair<em>today</em>. Thankfully." A twinkle glinted off her teeth as her smile widened. "And thank<em>you</em>for refraining from the scratching, while the previous ones heal."<br/><br/>She pondered on the year she had spent in Elliquiy and how thankful she was for all of the people she had met. For those closest to her that stayed through the craziness and those whom she adored from a far, just for being the people they were. Acknowledging with the day's event that there was no greater place than this.