J.Lo had helped Tip set up for the evening, so along with the obligatory preponderance of glitter for any Student Council organized activity, there was also a non-zero amount of bubbles. Bubbles of every shape, size, and color drifted through the arcade, the shoe rental, the dining counter, everywhere but the bowling lanes, so as to not mess with the floor there if they popped. They weren't going to pop without extra effort, though. These were Boov bubbles, built to last.

"You know no one but you can tell that those say 'Welcome parents and guests', right?" Tip asked. Bill flew in indignant circles of her head, and J.Lo gave her the stink eye.

"If Tip had beento studying as werefor her promisings, she would knows this also."

"Anyway, let's get you some shoes. . . ."

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