Sunshine squeezes his hand, appreciative. "I'll... be fine. No reason to arrive at the party anything but fashionably late."

That sky. Another star's light, another world's air.

"...It's just a lot. There are nearly four billion people on my world and fewer than a thousand have really been beyond its atmosphere. Only small handful have walked on our moon, and none of them were coffeehouse bakers."

It can't be a big deal to Jynna Lora, so Sunshine is letting herself process the wonder of it now - as much as she can manage to - so she can ignore it later. This visit is an enormous gift, even without the party, the amazing outfits, or the thrill of espionage.

"Thank you."