She smelled like smoke. Not the bad smoke with nicotine. This scent was addicting and so very Alma. She tasted something earthy. All of it was very enticing.

She didn't taste chemical. That had been one of Alma's smaller fears for their potential relationship. Would she taste like the pills she so desperately clung to? No. She tasted like chocolate, probably a guilty pleasure no one knew about. Kissing her made Alma float. Either from drawing her into her power or it was just the magic that was Riya in her truest, unrestrained form.

Riya pulled away with a laugh. "I'm sorry," she bade. She lifted her hand and spun her index finger by her ear. "If you could hear the jeering on my side, you'd understand." Something one of her ghosts said made her blush. "Quiet, you!" she snapped. She suddenly sighed dramatically. "Oh, it was so quiet for those months," she recalled.

Alma leaned forward. "I hope quiet isn't a necessity because... I run a children's home," she reminded the a playful tone which suggested Riya didn't know.

Riya giggled. "I don't mean out here quiet. I mean," she tapped her temple, "in here quiet. You know they... effect me."

Alma nodded. "They weaken you."

"Well they touch things out interact with this world," Riya finished. "Well, they don't remember that they shouldn't. Even Victor, who's been dead 70 years, forgets he isn't able to touch things so he tries and it works!"

Bronwyn suddenly gasped. "What's happening?" she asked.

"An idea occurred to me," Victor said as he was hugging his sister.

Riya smiled sympathetically. "Victor's hugging you."

Alma smiled sadly. "Shall we continue movie time?" she asked, redirecting the children back to the topic at hand. All of the children settled down, though none could keep their eyes off the two women for long.

Unlike the last movie time Riya witnessed, she slid her left arm around Alma before the other woman could.

The blue haired woman smiled down at the hand and saw the fingers wiggling expectantly. She put her pipe in her left hand and moved her right to hold the exposed one.

Riya surveyed the room, a habit she'd developed in recent months, and watched Emma grimace as the very naked boy wiggled beside her. She fought the urge to giggle.

The dreams ended and Horace took out his monocle.

Miss Peregrine pulled out her pocket watch, checking the time. "Children, you may go play. I need to begin making supper."

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So, I've decided to Mark this as complete. Maybe I'll write a sequel one day or do one-shots in another book. But this is it for this story. It's been a pleasure. Thank you for sticking around!!