Stephen and Illy
That blue could only be described as vibrant. That was quite the entrance his young protégé made, and even he had to laugh a little, shaking his head. Illyana was no shrinking violet, that was for sure.
"It is. Like all good chemical products should be," he assured her, with just an undercurrent of sarcasm. Not at her, but at the ridiculousness of putting Blue Dye number whatever into a popsicle, in excess.
"Enjoying the holiday so far?" She certainly looked ready for a summer party, which a lot of people would say he sorely needed. The truth was, Illyana needed it more if she spent time in Limbo as a means of escape.