Niamh beamed. “Exactly! We should definitely celebrate.” Lana raised her glass high. Reunited with Lana and Elmer after so long, Niamh’s heart overflowed with joy. Besides, Ramona already knew she was alive, so it was only a matter of time before more people found out.
“How about we find a place for a barbecue?” Niamh’s suggestion was met with unanimous approval. The task of finding a spot naturally fell to Jonathan. He quickly found a hotel with an outdoor lawn perfect for grilling. The four of them—Niamh, Lana, Elmer, and Jonathan—spent the whole day barbecuing in high spirits. At Lana’s request, Jonathan also bought beer, and they polished off two cases. Niamh, Elmer, and Jonathan didn't drink much; their combined total probably didn't even match what Lana drank by herself. Once she was buzzed, Lana started her drunken antics, belting out songs completely off-key. Niamh and Elmer were used to this side of her, and it felt just like they were back in high school.
Jonathan stood by, grilling meat for Niamh while watching her and Lana goof around. Lana sang, Niamh danced, and Elmer provided commentary. “Nice, you two are so in sync you could debut on a talent show any minute.”
Niamh was still relatively clear-headed. Hearing Elmer’s comment, she laughed. “What do you have against talent shows, trying to sabotage them like that?”
“Who says!” Lana declared, thumping her chest. “Nia and I are the ultimate duo! We wouldn’t even bother with your average talent show!”


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