They and most of their friends are all here on Planet Rainbowsand II, to celebrate the addition of Sarion, the elf one, and Aurora, the one with a sister.
"So - what does that leave us with, just hoping really hard that you don't run into any of my dealbreakers where given the choice between you bolting or whatever you'd be doing if I didn't use force I prefer the former?"
"If I thought that was ever going to happen, I would've run away already," says Brilliance. "I don't know what I could possibly want to do so badly that I'd still do it if you asked me not to, that would also be the kind of thing you'd fuck me over like that for if it came down to it. I don't think there's that many things you would, and most of that's probably stuff I already don't wanna do all by myself, like blowing up planets."
"It admittedly does help my comfort around this that you demonstrably don't want to blow up planets."
"Like - I could see us arguing about you not wanting me to do stuff," he says, "sure, probably. But I don't think there's anything I need to do that you need me not to."
"And arguing isn't going to make me run away," he says. "And as long as we're arguing about something, I'm not doing whatever it is and you're not forcing me not to. And if you decide you really can't stand whatever it is happening, and I decide I really can't stand that you really can't stand that, then - I can just go hang out with Queenie until we both calm down. Okay?"
"She is, I can see why the Joker wanted me to hang out with her if things got fucked up with us."
Aurora snuggles up to him. "So the emergency procedure, if there's ever a desperate hurry and no more time to argue, involves having Jane banish you to Origin?"
"That's... probably the best emergency procedure if you really feel like you absolutely have to do something right away. I won't like it much, but... I'll hang out with Queenie and wait for you to come explain."
"...The only way I can think of for it to come up is if we were arguing about something and got interrupted by something else," says Brilliance, "in which case you probably don't want me to go hang out with Queenie, you want me to stick around and help you deal with the emergency."
Amariah wanders by and conjures a little golden trophy, cup-shaped on a wooden stand, and deposits it into a bewildered Aurora's hand and wanders away.
It says For Excellence In Grownup Problem Solving.
She sporfles.
"Should we maybe ask her to explain that," wonders Brilliance, "or should we just put it on a shelf somewhere and admire it occasionally?"
"I have no idea. I don't even have a shelf that I would consider suitable to hold an award of this magnitude."