Psyche's lips twitched at Kira's whisper, and she whispered back, "You do know who they worshipped on the Isle of Lesbos? Fortunately none of these are really her usual taste, but..."

She broke off to cheer Orihime, then turned with a smile and said at a normal volume, "Well, I'd better at least attempt to be a good sport." Vanishing her wings, she cast a demure glance at her mother-in-law, raised her arms to twist above her head in a manner both graceful and faintly, obscurely perverse, and leaned back to pass under the bar with inches to spare.