It's cacophonous, tumbling all over each other. Very soon, it won't just be kept in this room, and the rest of the household will undoubtedly be dragged in by music and wine if nothing else. The floor slowly being covered in flower petals as they're showered, bright yellow and vibrant, swirling around the women as they dance.

But there is fussing, aunties to tug at her dress, their noses scrunching up - dressing like a northerner, now? Ah, ah, she looked good, was she eating enough? Look at her, look at her, still all fierce, scolding her wife, like this, what was she a harpy, she needed to learn one of these days -

There can be no mistaking it, in that moment, Lakshmi is so deliriously happy, surrounded by those she had not seen in months. Smiling so hard it hurt, and she - well, she has making up to do, as she endures it all, with a word that she has something she needs to do.

If it weren't family, it wouldn't be proper, and they were so dreadfully correct in their rolls most of the time. But she doesn't think to care right at this moment, as she makes for Magni and tumbles herself forward with the surety that Magni will catch her as she drags her down the rest of the way. So that she can kiss her, surely and soundly.