Don't worry, Warren. Karla had Plans for the evening that would prove how much she appreciated your kisses. Among other talents.

But until then...

"That would be horrible," she said, her hand creeping up Warren's back to play with his feathers. "I mean, we wouldn't want to have Warren feeling left out on his birthday."

This had nothing to do with Karla wanting front row seats to something very, very pretty. Oh no, not at all.