Technically, it was a strategy meeting. Unofficially? A full-body diplomacy session. (Patreon)

Afterwards, Nero perched on the windowsill like a smug cat, Vanessa wore nothing but sarcasm and a bathrobe, Mimosa kept apologizing for how loud she got, and Noelle insisted she hated every second—with knees that said otherwise.

They agreed never to speak of it… right before scheduling the next “mission.”