Courtney and Henry
Henry beamed brightly as he returned the hug. It was brief, and then he laughed at the comment about his crown. "It wasn't really my idea." His grin was real and bright as he took a quick glance around to find his four-year-old party host. She was across the room, so he leaned in to whisper, "You're welcome to have it. As soon as Alya lets me take it off."
Then he motioned toward the balloons and the dessert table. "With a setup like this one, how can I not be having fun? Isn't a princess unicorn birthday party the thing every thirty-something-year-old werewolf wants in his life?"