[Athena will take that as a yes. She puts her hand in the path of one of the falling clumps of bubbles, catching them in her palm. There’s only a moment of hesitation before she copies Red, scooping up a pile of bubbles herself, blowing them into the air, and grinning triumphantly as she watches them fall, momentarily too caught up in this new wonder to be afraid of the siren in the room with her.] What is this stuff?
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