Daphne quirked a brow at him. "I can see it now, and I don't like it. So. Choose. Kisses or mustache."
Daphne let out a small cry of surprise as the box exploded with glitter, coating her in the shiny specks. "...Glitter," she muttered dryly. Daphne was not especially fond of glitter, and in fact associated it with the Serena incident more than anything now. She coughed, sending a cloud of glitter into the air. "Lovely."