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It was a nice day, one of moderate temperatures and decent clouds to provide shapes to draw the eye. And hands at that, as she whittles away at a sketch book. That cloud looked like a bird, the other one reminded her of that sour face that James so liked to have around her, and that third looked like Phenomaman!

Actually… It seemed far too colorful for a cloud. And agitated.

Wait, what time was it?

The sun seemed lower, even if it was nowhere near dusk. Which would mean…

Was she late to work?

“Are you…my partner?” She asks the floating man calmly, appearing in control.

“Thats right girly, Fenom! At your service.” The colorful man was as boisterous as his costume would suggest. “We need to head over to this pizza place and help out. Frankies.” He twitches a bit.

“Oh! Apologies, I got my head caught in the clouds.” She closes the book, handing it off to a nearby bird before standing up. Princess felt a bit small next to Fenom, even more so then normal. That just wouldn’t do, they need to make up time! Short people can’t move fast after all.

The solution? More legs of course!

Princess takes off down the street, and somewhere between the third and fourteenth step did two legs become four and the heat become slightly more noticeable. Mostly cause all of the fur. Despite having much better hearing now, she does fail to hear the man behind her telling her that she went the wrong way, before half-heartedly following her.

Suffice to say, they started off on a poor note and arrived to their mission rather…late.

Late enough that from the parking lot they could see something…off. Even beyond the man who just got thrown through a window that repeatedly fixed and broke several more times.

Stepping in provided no further context, merely further confusion. Exasperated even more so by the static voice of James trying to give them orders. Princess does the sensible thing of approaching the one man around who seems to be keeping things some degree of functional.

“Oh thank N’Seth you’ve arrived!” The uniformed man somehow balances a stack of boxes on an arm that seemed unhealthy squidlike. “Look uh…” He takes a moment to look over the duo. “Cat thing, help move ingredients in the back and protect the workers. Big guy, you look nice handle the counter and phone. I will try and fix this. I just need room to breathe and to not get fired.”

Princess and Fenom simply exchange another set of looks before the furry cat jumps past the beleaguered man to the back, the very hot back. Right next to all the ovens.