[It had taken quite a bit of preparation to finally get to this moment. There must have been endless dozens of lanterns - tiny by Cybertronian proportions, but about the size of a large desk to a human, sitting on a placemat over the beach.]
[Rodimus stood kneeled over one of them, trying to figure out the best way to illuminate the thing without setting the whole lantern on fire. He held it in his hand, manipulating it and rotating it impatiently.]
[He still doesn't understand why they had to be made of paper. There's far less flammable materials out there okay?]
WE'RE GONNA FINALLY DO THESE FUCKIN LANTERNS
[Rodimus stood kneeled over one of them, trying to figure out the best way to illuminate the thing without setting the whole lantern on fire. He held it in his hand, manipulating it and rotating it impatiently.]
[He still doesn't understand why they had to be made of paper. There's far less flammable materials out there okay?]