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"Gee," Flits watched the two adults go towards the park. "Do they do this every week night?"

He followed on after Shrill without hesitation. Clearly Shrill knew the way of the world better than he did and so he trusted her judgement. In his head, he had a 1950's vision of phony girls in poodle skirts, ponytails, and skates. Phony boys in with big, greased hair and leather jackets, candy cigarettes in their mouths. A band in sky blue suits playing songs and glittering banners and the largest buffet table he could imagine.

"Oooooooh~," he mused to himself.

"Thanks for inviting me," Flits said, looking somewhat intimidated by all that was going on. "I've never been to a dance before. What do we do and for how long?"

He watched as couples of various colors, shapes, and sizes wandered out from time to time. Some more in love than others. Flits still hadn't quite bit two and two together on the romance end of things. For all he knew, that's just what you did at a dance. He looked on absently and stayed beside Shrill.

"You're the boss," he nodded at her.

Flits stuck with Shrill no matter what that evening, brought her home on time like he promised, and went back to his tree quite happy. It was that night that Flits discovered that sticking around when someone needed you could be quite rewarding, indeed.