Lunch break spread through the kindergarten like warm sunlight, filling the kids' dining area with chatter, clinking spoons, and a soft rustle. The long tables were crowded with tiny chairs, colorful water bottles, and snack boxes shaped like animals and stars. The air smelled like warm bread, fruit, and the faint sweetness of juice pouches being squeezed too hard by excited little hands.
And then chaos, as expected, began.
"Vlad Jr. PARTY!!!" Boo and Drake shouted together at full volume, completely ignoring the concept of indoor voices.
Boo rolled his little ghost fists dramatically in the air, his tail wiggling like a victory flag, his shiny upgraded accessories clinking softly as he floated up and down in pure celebration energy. His fluffy hair bounced wildly with every exaggerated movement, making him look less like a spooky spirit and more like a very excited marshmallow.
