Molly tugged on the string holding her goldfish balloon. "Only junior. Unless you could the male in the landshark costume. I wanted neither girl scout cookies or pizza delivery, and the offer for him to eat out instead was disturbing. The threat of crying Uncle involving a very real gun worked well. Sean has perfected the intimidating glare to it's own art."
The feathered fish and butterflies danced around her head as she talked. Molly rather liked her costume and had no plans to remove it until bed.