"Santorini! Santorini! Santorini!" Darvince sang as she galloped down the steps from her bedroom upstairs.
She gazed out over the ocean through the large glass windows, covered in a thin film of nearly invisible ice that was sure to be gone by tomorrow. Corin exited his first-floor bedroom much more solemnly, walking over to the window with Darvince in a loose robe, holding the halves together in front of his stomach. "Morning to you too, darling," he said, and pecked her nose.
i don't know what this is i ignored it for like three hours so i forgot everything i wanted to do about it
