More laughter followed, and Cloud held up his hands in a surrendering gesture. "You got me there. I've got no glitter sense at all. Absolutely none. Guess I'll have to leave it up to you guys."

And he had no problem with that, really. Glitter was one of those things you were still picking out of your hair several months after having it spilled on your shoes. It got everywhere. They were free to have all the fun with it they wanted, though, if it meant it kept their spirits up.