Khalida looks him in the eye with a small grin, then her eyes brighten. "My mom will hate me, but at this point, I couldn't care less." She pulls a pin from her hair, and a curly strand tumbles loose. She stands and sticks the pin in the lock, stooping over as she jiggles the pin. "It's all about the tumblers," she murmurs.

Asa smiles, licking her lips. "I don't know what tastes better, you or that mint."

Sorcha smirks a little. "I told you." She inwardly releases a sigh of relief.