Sorcha makes herself a bowl of the gunky gray stew Asa had made and sits on the couch. “It’s more appetizing than it looks.”

Asa giggles. “Can you taste the ingredients?”

Khalida sighs and looks around. Then she peers at the three girls: one with silver hair, one with rainbow hair, and the other redhead. “And who might you be?”

Sorcha huffs. “Alright, this is getting on my nerves. If we are to fight together we must know what to call each other at [i]least[/i].”