[So forewarned about the feeling, Paul expects something to happen, but the fizzing bubbles of joy surpass his expectations. They work their way from his chest to his throat and burst out of him in a clear, bell-like ring of laughter.]

Oh [softly delighted] thank you, Confetti.

[The kitchen is beginning to fill with the smell of baking as the cake mix warms in the oven. The sun casts everything in a soft glow, and the residual happiness of whatever Confetti did sings inside of him. Paul doesn't pay too much mind to whatever else Falco is doing as he sinks to sit cross-legged on the floor for ease of feeding, setting Confetti in his lap.]

So...Confetti, the wandering bestower of cheer? Going from town to town distributing smiles? [He looks to Falco, and perhaps it's a shadow, or the change in the light, but the unshaded blue of his eyes seems to have developed a green undertone.] A muse of happiness, on a quest to bring joy wherever he goes, in exchange for treats.

I like that. It's a better story. What do you think?