Adina's skirt puffed out and her hair spread into a golden halo as she spun, a perfect picture of blissful abandon, and Chazaqiel smiled. This was good, he decided. This was perfect! His Adina was free, free to explore the world that had always been meant for her. And he got to be the one to introduce her to it. Nothing could possibly go wrong!
(Chazaqiel had never really understood the concept of tempting fate.)
"Just like a mother's milk. A mother cow, usually. And it comes in all kinds of flavours, too!"