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MTBB

LostYears

I'm not like my brother.

I have actual talent.

Not being the eldest son doesn't mean I can't be successful.

I'll join the Seven Sages.

It's up to me to pave my own path forward!

Someone pry her mouth open.

A taste of this should be enough to make even her scream.

Yeowch!

Butt out of our fun, you bloody teacher's pet!

Resorting to violence against the weak?

You're a disgrace to nobles everywhere.

Foi, rhovar merze.

Do you think you're any match for me, the top scorer in practicals?

Damn you!

Can you stand?

I don't... have much money on me.

I am a proud member of House Ambard.

Why would I ever demand money from you?

You're quite the handful, aren't you?

I'm sorry.

I believe the reply you're looking for is "thank you," no?

Bernie...

Bernie!

What is it this time?

I don't know how to do our history homework.

This again?

How do you excel in magic formulae and math, yet remain dreadful at liberal arts?

So, for this part...

Since saving her, I found myself frequently helping the girl,

and she in turn came to rely on me.

Bernie, you're amazing!

It's just common knowledge.

Bernie!

What was that poor showing at our practical lesson?

Your understanding of the theory is flawless.

I get so scared when I have to speak in public...

How are you ever going to use magecraft like that?

I know.

If speaking in front of others scares you, why don't you shorten the chants?

B-But, quick-chanting is an advanced technique...

I'm not nearly good enough.

You are.

I've seen how much you've studied the fundamentals.

I'm certain you'll learn the trick behind quick-chanting in no time.

Okay... I'll give it a shot.

I knew I could rely on you, Bernie.

But of course.

You're speaking to a future Sage, after all.

Yeah! I'm sure you'll become one.

You're too incredible not to!

I'm...

a representative?

I have high hopes for you.

For most, being chosen as a representative would be an honor.

But to Monica, it is nothing but a source of bitter memories.

We turn back the clock two years,

to when Monica studied at the Minerva Mage Institution

as a member of the Rutherford laboratory.

Say, Everett.

Why don't...

you pop down to the Seven Sage selections?

Wh-Why me?!

I can't do it!

Thus, Rutherford had Monica, still bundled in curtain, taken away

and dumped in the hall where the Seven Sage selections were held.

Later...

Though she committed the faux pas of fainting in an interview,

Monica was chosen to be a Sage, and sought to share the news with two persons.

The first was her foster mother.

The other, her sole friend.

It's been a while since we saw each other.

I wonder if he'll praise me for becoming one of the Seven Sages?

Hey...

Hey!

Are you trying to walk into the wall?

That the student council once again has two representatives in the chess tournament

brings me great delight.

Um...

I'll finish any leftover council work in my dorm room.

We, Serendia Academy, are the hosts of this tournament.

You'd best focus entirely on chess to avoid disgracing His Highness.

Hear, hear.

If you're too enthusiastic about your duties,

I'll have little choice but to take my work home to the dormitory, too.

But...

Miss Norton.

I was in the chess competition last year myself.

You were?

Yes.

Back then, the others assisted me with my student council work.

Won't you allow me to extend the favor to you this year?

Thank you, I really appreciate it.

You're very welcome.

Chess is music!

And its record sheet is nothing but a score! Look at their records, play but a single match,

and the music of your opponent's chess becomes clear as day!

Forte! Forte! Sforzando!

Some advance like a merciless blitz,

while others are poised, conducting their game with the grandeur of classical music!

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MTBB
I'm not like my brother.
I have actual talent.
Not being the eldest son doesn't mean I can't be successful.
I'll join the Seven Sages.
It's up to me to pave my own path forward!
Someone pry her mouth open.
A taste of this should be enough to make even her scream.
Yeowch!
Butt out of our fun, you bloody teacher's pet!
Resorting to violence against the weak?
You're a disgrace to nobles everywhere.
Foi, rhovar merze.
Do you think you're any match for me, the top scorer in practicals?
Damn you!
Can you stand?
I don't... have much money on me.
I am a proud member of House Ambard.
Why would I ever demand money from you?
You're quite the handful, aren't you?
I'm sorry.
I believe the reply you're looking for is "thank you," no?
Bernie...
Bernie!
What is it this time?
I don't know how to do our history homework.
This again?
How do you excel in magic formulae and math, yet remain dreadful at liberal arts?
So, for this part...
Since saving her, I found myself frequently helping the girl,
and she in turn came to rely on me.
Bernie, you're amazing!
It's just common knowledge.
Bernie!
What was that poor showing at our practical lesson?
Your understanding of the theory is flawless.
I get so scared when I have to speak in public...
How are you ever going to use magecraft like that?
I know.
If speaking in front of others scares you, why don't you shorten the chants?
B-But, quick-chanting is an advanced technique...
I'm not nearly good enough.
You are.
I've seen how much you've studied the fundamentals.
I'm certain you'll learn the trick behind quick-chanting in no time.
Okay... I'll give it a shot.
I knew I could rely on you, Bernie.
But of course.
You're speaking to a future Sage, after all.
Yeah! I'm sure you'll become one.
You're too incredible not to!
I'm...
a representative?
I have high hopes for you.
For most, being chosen as a representative would be an honor.
But to Monica, it is nothing but a source of bitter memories.
We turn back the clock two years,
to when Monica studied at the Minerva Mage Institution
as a member of the Rutherford laboratory.
Say, Everett.
Why don't...
you pop down to the Seven Sage selections?
Wh-Why me?!
I can't do it!
Thus, Rutherford had Monica, still bundled in curtain, taken away
and dumped in the hall where the Seven Sage selections were held.
Later...
Though she committed the faux pas of fainting in an interview,
Monica was chosen to be a Sage, and sought to share the news with two persons.
The first was her foster mother.
The other, her sole friend.
It's been a while since we saw each other.
I wonder if he'll praise me for becoming one of the Seven Sages?
Hey...
Hey!
Are you trying to walk into the wall?
That the student council once again has two representatives in the chess tournament
brings me great delight.
Um...
I'll finish any leftover council work in my dorm room.
We, Serendia Academy, are the hosts of this tournament.
You'd best focus entirely on chess to avoid disgracing His Highness.
Hear, hear.
If you're too enthusiastic about your duties,
I'll have little choice but to take my work home to the dormitory, too.
But...
Miss Norton.
I was in the chess competition last year myself.
You were?
Yes.
Back then, the others assisted me with my student council work.
Won't you allow me to extend the favor to you this year?
Thank you, I really appreciate it.
You're very welcome.
Chess is music!
And its record sheet is nothing but a score! Look at their records, play but a single match,
and the music of your opponent's chess becomes clear as day!
Forte! Forte! Sforzando!
Some advance like a merciless blitz,
while others are poised, conducting their game with the grandeur of classical music!
while others are poised, conducting their game with the grandeur of classical music!
Elliot's chess is like a march.
The parade of his orderly troops form a tempo
embodying quintessential beauty and strength!
Yes... Listen, and you'll hear it!
The fanfare of trumpets announcing the battle's start!
The gallant clapping of hooves against the ground!
He's something of an artiste.
Best to pay him no attention.
Uh-huh...
As for you, Miss Norton.
If I were to describe your chess,
it would be an orchestral suite!
Every note from prelude to finale is meticulously calculated to craft a flawless score!
It's no exaggeration to call your sound a gift from the gods themselves!
In short...
What I mean to say is...
You should be our team captain. Godspeed.
I agree.
N-No, I can't do it!
I ask that you look back to our recent match!
I'm clearly the weakest player here!
Logic dictates that I play first!
Well, I'm the least experienced!
Experienced or not, the strongest player goes last.
I am neither humble nor a liar!
"You may lie to your debt collector and lover, but never in music or chess!"
Such is my family motto!
Listen well. My chess has the versatility of music itself.
I can reproduce every imaginable melody through my plays...
However, that does not make me a formidable player! 
Um, I think you're very capable...
While I am kind of, somewhat, to some degree talented,
I am by no means a cut above the rest.
You, however, are the genuine article!
Who but you is fit to serve as our captain?!
Go-Going first is bad enough.
Going last will end me...
Well, I suppose it'd be kind of difficult to change our order now.
Looks like I'm still stuck as team captain.
I'm certain you'll do great, Lord Howard!
I'll have you know we have a lot on our shoulders.
We're on the heels of last year's sweeping victory.
Who was on the team?
There was His Highness and Officer Maywood from the student council.
The former played second and the latter was captain.
Huh?
You know how incredibly attentive Officer Maywood can be?
Y-Yes.
That same quality is what makes him brutal at chess.
He always finds the move you least want him to make.
His chess is an impromptu piece.
Each move he makes, a flawless counter, is a wonder to behold!
So, um... What's His Highness's chess like?
It's incredibly challenging to derive music from His Highness's chess.
But if I had to describe it...
I'd say it bears resemblance to your own.
Efficient and precise,
using every means necessary.
He plays chess with a single purpose: to capture the opposing king.
Any means necessary to capture the king...
I'd like to play chess with the prince someday.
How about we go shopping on the weekend?
S-Sorry.
I already have plans...
The chess tournament.
Are you competing?!
Can I be there to cheer you on?
Sure. I'd love, that.
Come to think of it, didn't you play on last year's team?
Were you the first player?
I did it because Neil asked me to join him.
She must also be very good since they won all their matches.
Who are you playing against?
The other two elite schools, same as last year.
The University and Minerva.
What?
S-Sorry...
Monica?!
I-I'm... f-fine...
Do you know someone from the University or Minerva?
I gather that whatever went down between you was... Very. Much. Unpleasant.
Monica.
Come to my room on the morning of the tournament.
Promise me.
Bernie!
Bernie, I...
I've been wanting to thank you for so long...
Who do you take me for, a fool?
Huh?
Thank me?
Are you mocking me?
What I taught you was quick-chanting,
not unchanted magecraft.
Did you get a good laugh out of it?
You, a user of unchanted magecraft,
being lectured on quick-chanting must have been hilarious.
That's not true!
I could only do it because you taught me...
The truth is, you were scoffing at me deep down, weren't you?
I-I think of you as my dear friend...
You're no friend of mine.
That you came to see me in your Sage robes shows your contempt.
Does it make you feel good to look down on me?
Go on.
Tell me.
O Great Sage.
What an unsightly display for someone of your standing.
You're better off secluding yourself in a mountain cabin far away from others.
Good morning, Silent Witch.
Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Whomst?!
Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Whomst?
Oh, pardon me.
I have taken on a different appearance from my usual.
Ryn?
Indeed.
'Tis I, Louis Miller's contracted spirit, Rynzbelfeid.
The sleepyhead's finally up.
Nero...
Why are you dressed like that?
In light of the recent terrorist attack,
I have been ordered to assist you in your bodyguard mission.
I chose the same clothes as this gentlecat.
This novel has a scene where the heroine is accosted by a bad man,
and the boy she harbors feelings for steps in,
telling him, "Get your damn hands off my woman!"
I plan to reenact said scene should you be in the same position.
Feel free to get yourself accosted by bad men.
Let me in on the action, too!
It seems we have a love triangle brewing among us.
What a truly heart-pounding development.
U-Um...
Just one thing, you two.
If you wear school uniforms while looking like adults in their twenties,
it'll only make you stand out more.
Ugh... You're crushing me!
Come on, Monica, exhale! Say phew!
Guh!
Not guh! Phew!
Since it's a chess tournament,
we'll go easy on the makeup.
O-Okay.
I don't mean to pry,
but there's someone you're hoping not to see, right?
At the chess tournament, I mean.
Once I'm done with your hair and makeup, you'll look different from how you usually do.
With any luck, the person you're trying to avoid won't even recognize you.
There, all done.
I...
I look so incredibly healthy!
That's your first thought?
Thanks to the corset, your posture looks much better.
And the glasses will change how people see you.
Not bad, right?
Miss Norton...
You could easily pass yourself off as a second-year.
D-Do you really think I look like a second-year?
Yeah.
Believe me, you do.
Has your eyesight always been poor?
No, these are non-prescription glasses.
Then why do you wear them?
Because when I push my glasses up like this...
I look like a really serious chess player!
Like a seriously strong one!
It is almost time.
In that case,
let us go greet our guests from the University and Minerva.
Welcome to Serendia Academy.
We hope to have an exciting tournament once again this year.
I've never met their chaperone. I should be good...
It's an honor to make your acquaintance, Prince Felix.
Ho... How?
Greetings.
I am Bernie Jones, representing Minerva.
Welcome.
I see that Minerva changed its lineup this year.
We sought to be better prepared in light of the prowess Your Highness displayed last year.
I hope you'll go easy on us.
That said, our team this year is just as capable as our last.
I'm sure this match won't disappoint.
I'm Bernie Jones.
Pleased to meet you.
I'm Monica Norton.
Pleased to meet you, too.
Bernie...
Lana's right. If I keep my posture straight, he might not be able to recognize me.
Y-You got this!
Pardon me, Miss Monica Norton.
Bernie...
Even after how cruelly he rejected me,
having him talk to me still makes me happy...
May I have a moment?
You share a name with an old acquaintance of mine,
so I thought it fitting to introduce myself.
Yeah... I guessed as much...
He won't even call me a friend anymore...
By the way...
Have you been a student at Serendia Academy for long?
Is there a reason for your silence?
He's angry.
Bernie's... angry.
I have to apologize.
I have to ask for forgiveness...
Whoa there.
Get your damn hands off my woman, bub!
N-Nero?!
Get your damn hands off my woman.
If you would, please.
Wh-What is with you people?
I'm just as lost as you are.
While a triangle makes for a beautifully shaped love affair,
I do not subscribe to the idea of turning it into a square.
As such, will you be kind enough to take your leave?
I apologize for bothering you before the match.
Howzat?! Didja see my award-winning acting chops?!
That one scene felt like I've accomplished all I've been tasked to.
What are you two wearing?
Since you advised that our appearance does not suit school uniforms,
we had a change of wardrobe.
Is it perfect or what?!
Yeah!
That was awesome!
That it was.
Excuse me, you two...
Let's do this again!
Yes!
I'm grateful that you saved me...
But please...
From the bottom of my heart, I beg you...
Please stay in your cat and bird forms.

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LostYears
I'm not like my brother.
I have actual talent.
Not being the eldest son doesn't mean I can't be successful.
I'll join the Seven Sages.
It's up to me to pave my own path forward!
Someone pry her mouth open.
A taste of this should be enough to make even her scream.
Yeowch!
Butt out of our fun, you bloody teacher's pet!
Resorting to violence against the weak?
You're a disgrace to nobles everywhere.
Foi, rhovar merze.
Do you think you're any match for me, the top scorer in practicals?
Damn you!
Can you stand?
I don't... have much money on me.
I am a proud member of House Ambard.
Why would I ever demand money from you?
You're quite the handful, aren't you?
I'm sorry.
I believe the reply you're looking for is "thank you," no?
Bernie...
Bernie!
What is it this time?
I don't know how to do our history homework.
This again?
How do you excel in magic formulae and math, yet remain dreadful at liberal arts?
So, for this part...
Since saving her, I found myself frequently helping the girl,
and she in turn came to rely on me.
Bernie, you're amazing!
It's just common knowledge.
Bernie!
What was that poor showing at our practical lesson?
Your understanding of the theory is flawless.
I get so scared when I have to speak in public...
How are you ever going to use magecraft like that?
I know.
If speaking in front of others scares you, why don't you shorten the chants?
B-But, quick-chanting is an advanced technique...
I'm not nearly good enough.
You are.
I've seen how much you've studied the fundamentals.
I'm certain you'll learn the trick behind quick-chanting in no time.
Okay... I'll give it a shot.
I knew I could rely on you, Bernie.
But of course.
You're speaking to a future Sage, after all.
Yeah! I'm sure you'll become one.
You're too incredible not to!
I'm...
a representative?
I have high hopes for you.
For most, being chosen as a representative would be an honor.
But to Monica, it is nothing but a source of bitter memories.
We turn back the clock two years,
to when Monica studied at the Minerva Mage Institution
as a member of the Rutherford laboratory.
Say, Everett.
Why don't...
you pop down to the Seven Sage selections?
Wh-Why me?!
I can't do it!
Thus, Rutherford had Monica, still bundled in curtain, taken away
and dumped in the hall where the Seven Sage selections were held.
Later...
Though she committed the faux pas of fainting in an interview,
Monica was chosen to be a Sage, and sought to share the news with two persons.
The first was her foster mother.
The other, her sole friend.
It's been a while since we saw each other.
I wonder if he'll praise me for becoming one of the Seven Sages?
Hey...
Hey!
Are you trying to walk into the wall?
That the student council once again has two representatives in the chess tournament
brings me great delight.
Um...
I'll finish any leftover council work in my dorm room.
We, Serendia Academy, are the hosts of this tournament.
You'd best focus entirely on chess to avoid disgracing His Highness.
Hear, hear.
If you're too enthusiastic about your duties,
I'll have little choice but to take my work home to the dormitory, too.
But...
Miss Norton.
I was in the chess competition last year myself.
You were?
Yes.
Back then, the others assisted me with my student council work.
Won't you allow me to extend the favor to you this year?
Thank you, I really appreciate it.
You're very welcome.
Chess is music!
And its record sheet is nothing but a score! Look at their records, play but a single match,
and the music of your opponent's chess becomes clear as day!
Forte! Forte! Sforzando!
Some advance like a merciless blitz,
while others are poised, conducting their game with the grandeur of classical music!
while others are poised, conducting their game with the grandeur of classical music!
Elliot's chess is like a march.
The parade of his orderly troops forms a tempo
embodying quintessential beauty and strength!
Yes... Listen, and you'll hear it!
The fanfare of trumpets announcing the battle's start!
The gallant clapping of hooves against the ground!
He's something of an artiste.
Best to pay him no attention.
Uh-huh...
As for you, Miss Norton.
If I were to describe your chess,
it would be an orchestral suite!
Every note from prelude to finale is meticulously calculated to craft a flawless score!
It's no exaggeration to call your sound a gift from the gods themselves!
In short...
What I mean to say is...
You should be our team captain. Godspeed.
I agree.
N-No, I can't do it!
I ask that you look back to our recent match!
I'm clearly the weakest player here!
Logic dictates that I play first!
Well, I'm the least experienced!
Experienced or not, the strongest player goes last.
I am neither humble nor a liar!
"You may lie to your debt collector and lover, but never in music or chess!"
Such is my family motto!
Listen well. My chess has the versatility of music itself.
I can reproduce every imaginable melody through my plays...
However, that does not make me a formidable player! 
Um, I think you're very capable...
While I am kind of, somewhat, to some degree talented,
I am by no means a cut above the rest.
You, however, are the genuine article!
Who but you is fit to serve as our captain?!
Go-Going first is bad enough.
Going last will end me...
Well, I suppose it'd be kind of difficult to change our order now.
Looks like I'm still stuck as team captain.
I'm certain you'll do great, Lord Howard!
I'll have you know we have a lot on our shoulders.
We're on the heels of last year's sweeping victory.
Who was on the team?
There was His Highness and Officer Maywood from the student council.
The former played second and the latter was captain.
Huh?
You know how incredibly attentive Officer Maywood can be?
Y-Yes.
That same quality is what makes him brutal at chess.
He always finds the move you least want him to make.
His chess is an impromptu piece.
Each move he makes, a flawless counter, is a wonder to behold!
So, um... What's His Highness's chess like?
It's incredibly challenging to derive music from His Highness's chess.
But if I had to describe it...
I'd say it bears resemblance to your own.
Efficient and precise,
using every means necessary.
He plays chess with a single purpose: to capture the opposing king.
Any means necessary to capture the king...
I'd like to play chess with the prince someday.
How about we go shopping on the weekend?
S-Sorry.
I already have plans...
The chess tournament.
Are you competing?!
Can I be there to cheer you on?
Sure. I'd love, that.
Come to think of it, didn't you play on last year's team?
Were you the first player?
I did it because Neil asked me to join him.
She must also be very good since they won all their matches.
Who are you playing against?
The other two elite schools, same as last year.
The University and Minerva.
What?
S-Sorry...
Monica?!
I-I'm... f-fine...
Do you know someone from the University or Minerva?
I gather that whatever went down between you was... Very. Much. Unpleasant.
Monica.
Come to my room on the morning of the tournament.
Promise me.
Bernie!
Bernie, I...
I've been wanting to thank you for so long...
Who do you take me for, a fool?
Huh?
Thank me?
Are you mocking me?
What I taught you was quick-chanting,
not unchanted magecraft.
Did you get a good laugh out of it?
You, a user of unchanted magecraft,
being lectured on quick-chanting must have been hilarious.
That's not true!
I could only do it because you taught me...
The truth is, you were scoffing at me deep down, weren't you?
I-I think of you as my dear friend...
You're no friend of mine.
That you came to see me in your Sage robes shows your contempt.
Does it make you feel good to look down on me?
Go on.
Tell me.
O Great Sage.
What an unsightly display for someone of your standing.
You're better off secluding yourself in a mountain cabin far away from others.
Good morning, Silent Witch.
Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Whomst?!
Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Whomst?
Oh, pardon me.
I have taken on a different appearance from my usual.
Ryn?
Indeed.
'Tis I, Louis Miller's contracted spirit, Rynzbelfeid.
The sleepyhead's finally up.
Nero...
Why are you dressed like that?
In light of the recent terrorist attack,
I have been ordered to assist you in your bodyguard mission.
I chose the same clothes as this gentlecat.
This novel has a scene where the heroine is accosted by a bad man,
and the boy she harbors feelings for steps in,
telling him, "Get your damn hands off my woman!"
I plan to reenact said scene should you be in the same position.
Feel free to get yourself accosted by bad men.
Let me in on the action, too!
It seems we have a love triangle brewing among us.
What a truly heart-pounding development.
U-Um...
Just one thing, you two.
If you wear school uniforms while looking like adults in their twenties,
it'll only make you stand out more.
Ugh... You're crushing me!
Come on, Monica, exhale! Say phew!
Guh!
Not guh! Phew!
Since it's a chess tournament,
we'll go easy on the makeup.
O-Okay.
I don't mean to pry,
but there's someone you're hoping not to see, right?
At the chess tournament, I mean.
Once I'm done with your hair and makeup, you'll look different from how you usually do.
With any luck, the person you're trying to avoid won't even recognize you.
There, all done.
I...
I look so incredibly healthy!
That's your first thought?
Thanks to the corset, your posture looks much better.
And the glasses will change how people see you.
Not bad, right?
Miss Norton...
You could easily pass yourself off as a second-year.
D-Do you really think I look like a second-year?
Yeah.
Believe me, you do.
Has your eyesight always been poor?
No, these are non-prescription glasses.
Then why do you wear them?
Because when I push my glasses up like this...
I look like a really serious chess player!
A seriously strong one!
It is almost time.
In that case,
let us go greet our guests from the University and Minerva.
Welcome to Serendia Academy.
We hope to have an exciting tournament once again this year.
I've never met their chaperone. I should be good...
It's an honor to make your acquaintance, Prince Felix.
Ho... How?
Greetings.
I am Bernie Jones, representing Minerva.
Welcome.
I see that Minerva changed its lineup this year.
We sought to be better prepared in light of the prowess Your Highness displayed last year.
I hope you'll go easy on us.
That said, our team this year is just as capable as our last.
I'm sure this match won't disappoint.
I'm Bernie Jones.
Pleased to meet you.
I'm Monica Norton.
Pleased to meet you, too.
Bernie...
Lana's right. If I keep my posture straight, he might not be able to recognize me.
Y-You got this!
Pardon me, Miss Monica Norton.
Bernie...
Even after how cruelly he rejected me,
having him talk to me still makes me happy...
May I have a moment?
You share a name with an old acquaintance of mine,
so I thought it fitting to introduce myself.
Yeah... I guessed as much...
He won't even call me a friend anymore...
By the way...
Have you been a student at Serendia Academy for long?
Is there a reason for your silence?
He's angry.
Bernie's... angry.
I have to apologize.
I have to ask for forgiveness...
Whoa there.
Get your damn hands off my woman, bub!
N-Nero?!
Get your damn hands off my woman.
If you would, please.
Wh-What is with you people?
I'm just as lost as you are.
While a triangle makes for a beautifully shaped love affair,
I do not subscribe to the idea of turning it into a square.
As such, will you be kind enough to take your leave?
I apologize for bothering you before the match.
Howzat?! Didja see my award-winning acting chops?!
That one scene felt like I've accomplished all I've been tasked to.
What are you two wearing?
Since you advised that our appearance does not suit school uniforms,
we had a change of wardrobe.
Is it perfect or what?!
Yeah!
That was awesome!
That it was.
Excuse me, you two...
Let's do this again!
Yes!
I'm grateful that you saved me...
But please...
From the bottom of my heart, I beg you...
Please stay in your cat and bird forms.