That night, the whole kingdom ate Giggling Gumbo. Even the grumpy dragon who lived under the bridge laughed so hard he hiccupped little sparks. And as Lili and Cary lay in bed, staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars on their ceiling, Cary whispered:

“Best kind,” Cary said, and she grabbed a bottle of lavender bubble bath from the linen closet.

Cary and Lili looked at each other. “A tickle!” they shouted together.

“We’ll make it ourselves,” Cary declared, jumping out of bed. Her nightgown had a map of the stars on it, and one sleeve was inside out.