The invitation had already flown,
but missed the guest whose name was shown.
At quiet-bench grove, four found the deck;
its bright small magnets clicked in check.

Bounce it, pass it—who starts now?
Brandon Rabbit began with a steady bow.
Once round the acorn table, easy and slow;
Aleea caught the deck when its arrows glowed.

Pass it, bounce it—new start, new pace.
Aleea paired with Lillian across the chalked space.
No leader called; their matched steps chose
where the next magnetic gesture rose.

Bounce it, pass it—who starts then?
Lillian joined with Zylar and crossed again.
A five-minute sprinkle dotted every square;
they hurried no faster than the route needed there.

Pass it, bounce it—the start can move.
Zylar turned the deck toward quiet-bench grove.
Brandon paired with Aleea for the return;
Lillian and Zylar let the next start turn.

The grove looked changed by silver drops:
bench edge shining, chalk dust in spots.
Excited feet made one last bounce—
then four hands paused without announcement.

Brandon held one palm low, not fast.
Aleea matched it; Lillian joined at last.
Zylar set the deck between, magnets still:
four open hands made one quiet hill.

No one explained, and no one had to race.
The pause had drawn the welcome place.
The missed guest’s spot stayed open and clear—
an invitation made visible here.